Hold On

Let it fly and lonely cry, everybody's free
 I will decide how I'll be tied, but freedom, be there for me
 We'll build walls around our brain
 Leave these prisons in our chains
 And hold on
 And I thought I had control, I tried
 But now I would be satisfied
 To hold on.
 Tell me what to do, and I'll tell you what I'll say
 My freedom will be measured by the length to which I'll disobey
 Tell me where to go
 And I'll freely tell you no
 And I will hold on
 But leave me on my own
 And I'll lock these shackles to my bones
 And I'll hold on.
 Freedom for the soul is what we want, but when it fades
 We'll treat it like a burden, till the devil feels he's underpaid
 We'll drag that spirit door to door
 Till finally it can't move no more
 It just holds on
 Now the only thing that's truly free
 Is this little voice that's telling me
 To hold on.