Hold On
Hold on my child, my hands outstretched
Will save the helpless from this wicked wretch
That only the foolish call home and there they settle
Even through dire times, for the peace, they shanโt meddle
But I, my son, refuse to surrender to the one behind this
For which, I was left at the mercy of the clock ticks
I gave myself to your father, believing heโd be unlike any other
But alas, alone I find myself once more, only this time, a mother
As for you, my son, the star that guided me all those years
Hold on, my child, breathe, and blink back tears
