Hold On, I'll Find You

I'm hanging on by a thread. And all I'm clinging to is prayers.

And every breath is like a battle. I feel like I ain't come

prepared. And death's knocking on the front door. Pain's creeping through

the back. Fears crawling through the windows. Waiting for them to attack.

They say, "Don't get bitter, get better." I'm working on switching them letters.

But tell God I'm gonna need a whole lot of hope keeping it together.

I'm smiling in everyone's face. I'm crying whenever they leave the room.

They don't know the battle I face. They don't understand what I'm going