Hold-on

What are you afraid of?

Why did you stop trying?

Why do you abandon your dreams?

Why did you stop flying?

Is it because of the people shooting you down?

Is it because of the fear of losing the crown?

Is it because you think you’ll make a mistake?

Is it because you can’t bear that ache?

Oh pretty bird, you’ll surely fall down.

One day, you’ll come crashing to the ground.

And when you do come crashing down,

When you can’t help but frown.

When you feel like your wings are clipped.

When you feel like you’ve lost your instinct.

Hold on.

You’ll lay on that ground,

in the scorching heat.

You’ll curse up a storm,

you’ll feel beat.

You’ll blame yourself,

you’ll believe that you’re dead meat.

For not softening the collision,

you’ll blame your feet.

Hold on.

When you feel like the dread has passed.

When you know that the pain is a distant past.

Fear will creep up and make the feeling of vain last.

You can get back up and be free of it at last.

Or lay there helpless, as the sky turns dark.

You’ll fall, you’ll stumble.

You’ll take flight and then tumble.

You thought you were invincible in the endless skies.

Know that the scars are there for a reason, I hope you feel humble.

You dream of soaring, but never consider the pain.

Think of flying, block out the fear and the vain.

When you get back up there, I hope you’re safe.

I hope you learnt from that mistake you made.

Fear chained you to the ground.

You abandoned the dreams, you let them fade.

Now that you’re up there, I hope you know.

When you come crashing down again, don’t make it such a poor show!