I Will Keep Holding On
I Will Fight Till I’m Dead And Gone
I Will Never Waste A Moment
I Will Never Waste My Time
I’m Needed Till I’m No Longer Strong Enough
I Will Keep Holding On
Its Wrong Not To
I Waited For This Moment
My Whole Entire Life
As A Boy I Fought
With Swords And Play Guns
Now Its An Reality
And I Feel The Emotions
I Never Had Before
For The First Time I See
My Father’s Eyes
And My Mother’s Heart
Opening Slowly Up
I Will Keep Holding On
While My Family Waits
For Their New Life To Start
And Their Old To Never Return
Someday I Will See Them
Someday I Will Meet Them
When I’m No Longer Strong Enough
And I Have Let Go Of This Sword
by Carina Danholm
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