HANGING ON We fight day and night,
Its a hell of a site;
I'm not sure what it's all about;
Boy oh boy theres plenty of shouts;
One minute we're fucking,
And the next, you are ducking;
From all kinds of profanity,
You know it's insanity;
To keep going on,
Like the words of a song;
Hoping some day soon,
We will sail to the moon;
I know how she feels,
But nothing is real;
I stay home at night,
Hoping we won't fight,
Not knowing what's wrong,
I just keep Hanging on;
John Farthing
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