Hold On

As I stepped to the edge on the shadow of a doubt With my conscience beating Like the pulse of a drum that hammers on and on 'Til I reach the break of day When the sun beats down on the halfway house Has my conscience beating The sound in my ear, the will to persevere As I reach the break of day When you lost all hope and excuses And the cheapskates and the losers Nothing's left to cling onto Gotta hold on, hold on to yourself A cry of hope, a plea for peace And my conscience beating It's not what I want, for it's all that I need To reach the break of day So I run to the edge on the shadow of a doubt With my conscience bleeding Here lies the truth, the lost treasures of my youth As I hold on to the break of day When you lost all hope and excuses And the cheapskates and the losers Nothing's left to cling onto Gotta to hold on, hold on to yourself When you lost all hope and excuses And the cheapskates and the losers Nothing's left to cling onto You got to hold on Gotta to hold on Hold on, hold on to yourself