Hold on


My old chair has a worn spot 

When I have to hold on

When I can't move on

It's a friend of mine

It used to hold the caring kind

She had to move on 

So now I hold on

She wasn't my mom but she used to hold on me

Like I was her son

Like I was the only one

Now I hold on 

When I can't move on

When the rain starts running down 

When I can't help but frown

Thoughts of her sitting here 

In my old chair

That woman was the only one that cared 

If I was broken or barren

So now I just have to hold on 

Before she left me 

Her mind left her 

She would lay in the bed

Screaming out her head


her mom and dad that bad been long gone

The rain started falling out my eyes 

I couldn't stand hearing her cry for home

That house has a voice and it talks to me 

She has a plan and won't leave me be 

She wants my mind and all the rest of me

That house holds the spirits

of the land of a people that came way before me 


  • Author: mdrogers (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 21st, 2021 19:18
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