Holding on

Yesterday’s ode…

Holding on by Isaac Dust

All I wished for has come true
Now I’m waiting, for what, I don’t know
Simple questions leave me paralized
Hell if I know, but maybe…

Put your hand in mine…

Little brother, how I miss you
The things you’d tell me without making a sound
I just want one more glimpse, just one more breakthrough
Right where I left you, holding on…

Put your hand in mine…

Face down in the dirty street
Feel the rhythm of your feet
Ten days since you walked away
I have not missed a beat