Texty: Mourning September. A Man Can Change His Stars. Hold On.

"Hold on tight honey"
She doesn't know how I feel
When her hands grab a hold of mine, a hold of me
When her eyes dance like that
It makes me wish she could hold on to all I have
Tomorrow will hold beauty for this kid
"So hold on tight and never let go"
Alive and feeling like there could be nothing she would ever change
She better not turn her gaze.
When her eyes dance like that
It makes me feel she will hold on to what I have.