Hold On from unentitled by John Gorka

Hold on
Hold on a little longer
Some trouble makes you stronger
Some trouble knocks you dead

Hidden
Tomorrow it is hidden
So much comes unbidden
Makes it hard to plan ahead

Oh, to be normal and formal again
No heed of the breath or the skin

Cold one
The winter was a cold one
And if you are an old one
It could serve to make you mean

With bird songs
I tend the get the words wrong
I begin and end strong
Hum and mumble in between

Hmm, mmm

Oh, to be normal and formal again
No heed of the breath or the skin

So, hold on
Hold on a little longer
Some trouble makes you stronger
Some trouble knocks you dead

Stay strong
Strong most of the day long
Stay until the night’s gone
Stay till you can dream again

• Folk
• americana
• singer-songwriter
• Minnesota