Hold on

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He used to laugh, used to dream,

Built a life for them, or so it seemed.

Worked two jobs, never took a break,

Every sacrifice for their sake.

But late at night, when the silence falls,

He stares at pictures on the wall.

Feels like a stranger in his skin,

Wonders where the man has been.

He hides the pain behind a smile,

But he’s been dying for a while.

With a heavy heart and tear-stained eyes,

He whispers to the skies:

“I gave them all I had to give,

Is there a reason left to live?

I’m broken down, I’m barely strong…”

But then he hears a voice so calm:

“Hold on, my son, keep holding on,

Through the darkness, comes the dawn.

I see your pain, I know your fight —

Everything’s gonna be all right.”

The pills were close, the will was gone,

He thought of letters to write before the dawn.

But just as the shadows took control,

He felt a whisper stir his soul.

“I was with you all along,

When you were weak, I made you strong.

I bore your sorrow, felt your tears,

I’ve walked beside you through the years.”

“I gave them all I had to give,

Is there a reason left to live?

I’m broken down, I’m barely strong…”

But then he hears a voice so calm:

“Hold on, my son, keep holding on,

Through the darkness, comes the dawn.

I bled for you, I paid the price —

Everything’s gonna be all right.”

So he dropped the weight he used to bear,

Fell to his knees in whispered prayer.

A father, a husband, a weary soul —

Now finally held, finally whole.

“Hold on, my son…

You’re not alone…

You’re coming home.”