Started when I was a young girl,
And stayed when I grew,
Sad and alone, as I kept it within,
It always had a hold, when I wanted it to go,
It always had a hold, when I wanted it to go,
I’d cry, please hold my hand,
I’d cry, please give me hope,
All I wanted was to be free,
All I wanted was to be strong,
It always had a hold, when I wanted it to go,
It always had a hold, when I wanted it to go,
When a lesson, gave me hope,
That this can be broken,
It taught me to feel, and see what was real,
It always had a hold, when I wanted it to go,
It always had a hold, when I wanted it to go.
By Jackie Mepstead