Hold on

as i step to the edge of a
shadow of a doubt,
with my conscious beatin'
like the pulse of a
drum that hammers on and on,
'til i reach the break of day
when the sun beats down on the
halfway house, has my conscious
beatin' the sound in my ear,
the will to face the fear, as i
reach the break of day
when you've lost all hope,
and excuses and the cheapskates
and * illusion nothing's clear,
strictly unto* you got to hold on,
hold on to yourself i cry
alone, a plea for peace,
and my conscious beatin'
it's not 'what i want'
for it's 'all that i need'
'til i reach the break of day
so i run to the edge of a
shadow of a doubt, with my
conscious bleedin'
i'll as the truth sow
the treasures of my youth,
as i hold 'til the break of day