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John Longbottom

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I met an angel in disguise,

She held stardust in her eyes.

In her smile glowed the sun and the moon,

Enough to brighten the darkest room.

Her head was shaved, her body thin,

She had finished what I was to begin.

Then, in my head I heard her say,

“Make this promise every day,

Hold on, hold on.

Hold on, to the friends that stand beside you,

Hold on, to the hope, the light will surely guide you,

Hold on, with the strength that flows inside you,

Hold on, hold on.”

I’ve ridden the dark horse for quite some time,

‘Til I couldn’t tell what was his or what was mine.

The pounding hooves, the wind-swept mane,

The deathly chemicals in my veins.

When my hands are shaking and my body’s sore,

When I think I can’t take it anymore,

Through my tears, I hear her say,

“Make this promise every day.

Hold on, hold on,

Hold on, to the friends that stand beside you,

Hold on, to the hope, the light will surely guide you,

Hold on, with the strength that flows inside you,

Hold on, hold on.”

Instrumental

Sing out loud, drown out the sorrow,

Hold on to today like there’s no tomorrow.

Hold on, to the friends that stand beside you,

Hold on, to the hope, the light will surely guide you,

Hold on, with the strength that flows inside you,

Hold on, hold on.”

“Hold on, to the friends that stand beside you,

Hold on, to the hope, the light will surely guide you,

Hold on, with the strength that flows inside you,

Hold on, hold on, hold on.”

John Longbottom

October 2020

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