Hold Tight - Plunkett

A boy sits and talks to a little red book

Alone in his chair in a little grey house

His thoughts and his dreams

Some truths some his faiths

To talk back to him and reassure that some day

That all will be

Hold tight my friend

Please god one day one glorious day

Let it be real and let it be true

I need to see what is now just inside

I swear that I’ll crash if I don’t see it soon

I’m always me

It’s suffocating me

Forever holding my breath

Please love me please feed me

Please burn me and bleed me

I’m sick with frustration and falling again

You can find this place

Just be you just be me

I never thought it could happen this way

One faith was broken but the other’s been paid

My dear friends are far but my dearest’s with me

Now I feel calm and at last I feel free

Now that I’m calm at last I can breathe

Now that I’m calm at last I can breathe