Artist: The Starting Line
Song: piano song
Your life was more than mine, like a proud shooting star, into the night, she crashed through the airwaves and ripped like a knife, it was a bad disease, her searching was over, over
Hold onto the light that guides you, hold onto the air that cools you, hold on, hold on to me
Her mind steadfast through time, her family stood by trying hard not to cry, with patience and virtue kept strong through the night, she never fell to her knees, her searching was over, over
Hold onto the light that guides you, hold onto the air that cools you, hold on, hold on to me (x2) And then my eyes stretched out as I saw her hand slip away Hold onto the light that guides you, hold onto the air that cools you, hold on, hold on to me, to me, to me, hold on to me.
