Why hold on
Some live in the belief that they love and die
Some thrive in the memories of others and die
Some survive and only live when they are
Way up High.
If not they would chose to die

Why do we hold on to memories like the old records
That lie mouldy dusty on the gramaphone
The collection of songs and pictures that only serve to remind.
Of the happier times.

Those foolish things, those simple things
That we keep, we cherish, we hold on to
Those stuff that we dream of but never get
Only makes us more and more upset

Given all things crumble to dust
That nothing we have, we can hold on fast
Are ever worth keeping, that they only cause weeping
When we hold on to them while living.