Accusations to self-realizations do wither convictions of mine

I doubt my motives, facades, my devotions, my own I can't seem to find

Oh deep inside of me there is

an uncertainty that I must grip

and hold on, hold on

Most days I'm fine, the levy holds dry but then there are days such as these

when my lies go lighted, my soul it goes sighted, and I see the depths of me

The lack of all without a mask

what must be scored by One at the last

Oh hold on, hold on

Hold on son, relax and be there; you'll find it with time if you look.

Do what is right and look for the sight of your lies; let them lie cold.

You're okay, just work hard and try. In the end it all will be fine.

Look for you along your way. Love, be happy, be kind.

Hold on; you'll find, in your time

Deception's not lonely; at times it feel homely, but one begets so much more.

my own reservations, perceptions, relations, they beckon me, please close the door.

For you and me, we must discuss

what's real, what's good, what's fueled by lust

Oh come now. Speak to me.

Hold on son, relax and be there; you'll find it with time if you look.

Do what is right and look for the sight of your lies; let them lie cold.

You're okay, just work hard and try. In the end it all will be fine.

Search for you along your way. Love, be happy, be kind.

Hold on; you'll find, in your time.