Hold On
WILLIAM FITZSIMMONS · Lions 2014 · Track 06 of 12
We were proud and young Broken fool with lovers' lungs She the risen seed Her the shallow breath I breathe
Like a dog I run She the rabbit chased and won Through a field of trees Lost her way was lost on me
Should I hold on? Should I hold on?
Summer's end will call She the rise and both will fall To the cold return And no longer for her I burn