You'Re Holdin' Your Own Poem by Singleton M. Tate

Well it's another lonely day on the battlefield,
As my mind tries to tell me that life isn't real,
Heavy heart as the tears flood my soul,
Am I dreaming or is this getting old?

While I deal from the hip with a smile and dance,
In my eyes are the signs of no true romance,
Holdin' on to hope knowing... I should be loved,
Let me laugh again... be that soaring dove.


Reprise...

Cinderella's story... wasn't my lot I see,
I lost what was instilled in the soul of me,
Redefining the magic of who... I was meant to be,
Making my life culminate in stark reality,
In the fray, 'I'm still holdin' my own'

Let the night come to tear me apart with winds,
Got my feet planted firmly this storm... I'll win,
I'm so jealous of all those who dare to love,
It's the thing that fits like a satin glove,

Giving into this longing is suicide,
Even though it makes all feel really alive,
Am I flirting with fate or a loaded gun?
This is a test... should I just have some fun?

Make no mistake, I'm not walking the blind,
I won't be a fool no more... no not this time,
In the game now... I'm ready, Let's go, I'm fit,
I won gold... now it's time to rest a bit.

Reprise...

Cinderella's story... wasn't my lot I see,
I lost what was instilled in the soul of me,
Redefining the magic of who... I was meant to be,
Making my life culminate in stark reality,
He's not a prince, but now I'm never alone...

Lessons well learnt, 'I'm still holdin' my own'