Hold On - Chris Smither

Let it fly and lonely cry, everybody’s free

I will decide how I’ll be tied, but freedom, be there for me

We’ll build walls around our brain

Leave these prisons in our chains

And hold on

And I thought I had control, I tried

But now I would be satisfied

To hold on

Tell me what to do, and I’ll tell you what I’ll say

My freedom will be measured by the length to which I’ll disobey

Tell me where to go

And I’ll freely tell you no

And I will hold on

But leave me on my own

And I’ll lock these shackles to my bones

And I’ll hold on

Freedom for the soul is what we want, but when it fades

We’ll treat it like a burden, till the devil feels he’s underpaid

We’ll drag that spirit door to door

Till finally it can’t move no more

It just holds on

Now the only thing that’s truly free

Is this little voice that’s telling me

To hold on