Hold on to Your Faith


Romantic Regret

Can't tell you what I'm thinkin'
'cause if I do my stomach will start sinkin.'

Dreams, hopes and things
wore a few too many rings.

Past memories they bring
wounds, they start to sting.

My inspirational Spirit sings.

Wish I could tell you what I'm thinkin'
but I know me, I might start swingin'

A fight within still lives,
I wonder, "What gives?"

How much does one have to put up,
to receive a badge that reads, "This one's tough!"

So I hold out for my next vision,
before I make yet another bad decision.

Nicholl McGuire


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