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Hold On

Jan 8, 2025
2 min read

Updated: Jul 12, 2025

By Amirtha Sreya S


Verse 1


City lights, skylines with lavender hues 

Hold my hand ,baby take me with you

Is it all just a fever dream? 

Stay here with me.

12’o clock, we talk and you patiently listen 

Your smile cuts me deep as the moonlight glistens

I’ve found what I thought I’d lost, lost.


Pre chorus 


My mind racing,

The butterflies; gone

Are you all real or not?

I hope I’m not making you up.

You light me from within;

If I’m the moon then you’re my sun

Baby hold on,

 hold onto me.


Chorus


I said, “Meet me on the rooftop that’s under the sky, sky, sky

Meet me by the lake where angels cry, cry

You and me, intricately intertwined

Hold my hand till the day we die.”


 Verse 2


Cherry blossomed mornings and dew lit noon 

We laugh about my lipstick that's all over you

Turn on “Those eyes” and waltz into the night

True love, is this what the poets wrote about?

What have I done to deserve your love?

Feels like I’ve found my better half

Sweetheart, promise me that you'll always hold onto the bond we share

Be the one that never gets away.


(Chorus)


Bridge


Tell me you'll always be by my side

and that you'll stay, you'll stay

Loving you was the hardest decision I had to make,

Prove to me that I won't regret it babe.

Till death do us part,

Eternity and time engulfs us all,

Know that you own my heart;

And I’ll be the one who stayed. 

You’ve healed my scars;

Shown me I’m more than what I’d thought Unimaginable, Unfathomable

All I can say is hold on,hold on.


By Amirtha Sreya S





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