Hold on, hold on, just hold on tight,
Though all I want is to give up the fight.
To give in — is death, a cold, quiet call,
To give in — is darkness, the end of it all.
To give in — is silence, a breathless repose,
A sea without wind, where nothing else grows.
A fish swims in circles beneath the blue,
An eagle dives down from the sky so true.
Deep under earth, where no sunbeam has shone,
The emeralds grow, in the dark, all alone.
Yet I am the one who must carry this weight,
Alone in a world with a merciless fate.
Alone, I was missed by the God full of flame,
Who passed me by, not calling my name.
I’d trade this cross on my weary chest
For a stake through the heart and a final rest.
Drive something sharp in the center of me,
Let the willow cry by the still, blind sea.
For the soul still reached, though it crawled and bled,
But the mind believed what the light never said
In nothing but sorrow, in fear, not grace,
In all but love, in a godless place.
