Still Holding On

The story

I was limping down a midnight street, barefoot in a memory where fire and silence meet, and she came walking beside me. Madiba's name was thunder, Clay's breath was morning air, and somehow love was still out there. She asked me if the fire had only ever been trying to light the way home. I used to think holding on meant not falling apart. Maybe it means letting go and still believing.

Lyrics

I stumble through the echoes of a midnight street,
Barefoot in the memory where fire and silence meet.
Every breath a whisper from the ones I’ve lost before,
But I keep walking, limping, through another open door.

I see you from the distance, fading in the neon haze,
Your heart still writes in smoke across the ruins of those days.
Come closer now, the rhythm’s slow, but you’re not gone—
We can turn this ache to music if you just hold on.

Still holding on, through the dark before the dawn,
Through the pain that built our song.
Every scar a constellation—proof that we belong.
Still holding on, still holding on.

The water knows my story, it forgives but never lies,
The whirlpool hums a lullaby beneath the city skies.
Madiba’s name is thunder, Clay’s breath is morning air,
And somehow I remember that love is still out there.

You think the night will claim you, but the night just needs your spark.
You’ve carried light through every wound; you’ve painted truth on dark.
The mirror isn’t prison—it’s the proof you’re not alone.
Sing it with me, lover of the slow lane, find your tone.

Still holding on, through the dark before the dawn,
Through the pain that built our song.
Every scar a constellation—proof that we belong.
Still holding on, still holding on.

Hey Naimor… do you ever think the fire was trying to show us the way home?
Not to burn us, but to light the path?
And all this time I thought holding on meant not falling apart.
But maybe it means letting go and still believing.
Then let’s live, Naimor. Not for the fire—for the dawn.

Still holding on, still holding on,
It’s not over—just begun.
From death to dawn, from loss to song,
We’re still holding on.

The lake, the light, the fire, the rain—
All of it was us.
Still holding on.