Holding On

The days are growing drearier, News of the future is grim, Folks are losing faith in everything, Thoughts from the devil keep creeping into minds, telling them, "They are no good and unkind," They fight and wrestle with suggestions to harm, with each day that passes, They have accomplished weathering the storm, Then emotions flood their minds and the pain becomes unbearable, making them anxious and miserable, In their minds, there is only one solution to a life of everlasting pain, Flushing their lives down the drain, with hopes of never experiencing a cruel world again, If only delicate souls could just hold on for a better hour, They would truly see God's powers.