HANG IN THERE

hang in there.
there is this voice in my head always fighting 
for me to hang in there even when there is nothing to hang 
onto it always has the right words to put it how shall I put it
like a dictionary its hard to do it I admit that waking up
knowing you got no purpose is a hard pill to swallow 
end up just lying there overdosing on sorrow 
till tomorrow but there is a voice in my head asking 
pleading for me to hang in there until tomorrow 
when my day comes wear a tie see the sun 
walk a mile till that day I will lie awake even at night 
tears shall run dry hang in there till a cure come I 
we shall all walk out holding hands looking to the sun oh the lovely 
warm sun thoughts of you keep me hanging on thoughts of walking out 
keep me alive depression runs off  
hang in there even when there is nothing to hang onto