Hang In There


It may feel like, a high line,

To go and hang up, your hat,

It may steel your, old spine,

To remember, untold pasts.


You may kneel on, tonight,

You may steer, right back,

You may crawl, outward,

Or climb in, downward.


We all come to, grips with,

The way of a wild, old wind,

In our own time, on a wisp,

Our own divine, little twists,


But if you could, just hang out,

Hang on with me, a little while,

We will get through this, now,

We’ll make our mothers, proud.


Hang in there, friend to the end,

Another day in rain, sending over,

Signals to stars, we are forever:

We’ll never bow, to the weather.




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