Hold On
by
Robby Richardson
When I'm dead and gone remember me like they remember the Alamo
Writing which ever way the wind blow, I wanna be remembered like Poe
Not for the life I lived but for the mind I was given
This ability to create it’s easy to be hated with ideas so original never duplicated
And when I do cross over, I don't want a single tear just a party and everybody here
Telling jokes and calling time a crook remembering me like a year book
I just hope that its the way I want on the other side, a big chateau and a mountainside
All my boys waiting to hear my story, all my girls are there and they're waiting for me
I always wanted to have an impact not relax and just sit back
To change a person, idea, or the world...never faded
I just hope in the end I'm not hated...my words on the wall and they'll be painted
I'm sick of everyone saying the show must go on
I'm sick of this ledge with people screaming Hold On
Hold on Robby and give your last breath hold on until there's nothing left
The struggle is real and hand'em the moon the day is gone and gone too soon
Just when you start to seize the moment is the moment gone
Only when we look at the world we see the monster we have all become
Summers are cold and winters much colder God turned her back giving the cold shoulder
Rich getting richer and the poor growing bolder...soldier against soldier
One protects the classes another for the “classless” but both deep down from the same classes
So grab hold and don't let go no matter what the world say so
Not even when the cold wind blow or god calls you home
You go when you want to go and don't let anyone have a say...NO
If I fall, I fall, if I fly, I fly but the decision is always mine
All because I held on this one...one time
I love everyone saying the curtain must fall
I'm glad people are screaming to let go and fall
And this is where I hold on
The End