Hold On

Hold on, though time keeps passing you by and is gone
Don't let your dreams slowly fade away
Take my hand, to help you find the strength to stand
And know that in this house you can always stay

He is a man, my father's age
The wine has slowly stolen away his care
His sons are lost, in distant memory
He stands alone in the street with a vacant stare

Another's life is torn by childhood fear
Her spirit's broken neath her frightened eyes
Her hands are clenched in silent agony
But not a soul will answer her desperate cry

A beggar's life ends without a sound
Her face is framed within the alleyway
Her hand still stretched to ask for but a sign
But the world just passes her by and looks the other way

So many souls bear such endless loneliness
Their hearts are scarred by the scorn they bear
Grant us, Lord, to see out sons and daughters here
Help us, Lord, to find a way to care

And hold on, though time keeps passing us by and is gone
Don't let our dreams slowly fade away
Take our brother's hand - it will help us find the strength to stand
And know within this house we can always stay