Hold On

As I stepped to the edge on the shadow of a doubt

With my conscience beating

Like the pulse of a drum that hammers on and on

'Til I reach the break of day

When the sun beats down on the halfway house

Has my conscience beating

The sound in my ear, the will to persevere

As I reach the break of day

When you lost all hope and excuses

And the cheapskates and the losers

Nothing's left to cling onto

Gotta hold on, hold on to yourself

A cry of hope, a plea for peace

And my conscience beating

It's not what I want, for it's all that I need

To reach the break of day

So I run to the edge on the shadow of a doubt

With my conscience bleeding

Here lies the truth, the lost treasures of my youth

As I hold on to the break of day

When you lost all hope and excuses

And the cheapskates and the losers

Nothing's left to cling onto

Gotta to hold on, hold on to yourself

When you lost all hope and excuses

And the cheapskates and the losers

Nothing's left to cling onto

You got to hold on

Gotta to hold on

Hold on, hold on to yourself