Often it is the wisdom of others, filtered through centuries of tears and hearts, that speaks best for me.
I hold on to what is good, I will never forget my gratefulness of the quiet support I have gotten here.
I hold on to what I believe. One day he will come a-knocking.
I’ve held on to life, and continue my journey inward to find the core of my core.
I hold on to your hand, my sweet child, even though you are away.
I never let go, I never will.