Hold On (We're Almost There)

(For the people of Bangladesh and the souls of their loved ones- safe passage)

Take cover

it's coming down crashing

the ceiling is coming undone

piece by piece it's falling apart

the walls are crushed

and ground into dust

It breaks my heart

Hold my hand in yours...

Deliver

us into salvation

Our bodies are given away

piece by piece we're all torn apart

our bones are crushed

and found in the dust

It's shakes my heart

Lord, my soul is torn

Don't worry

of who is to blame

the dark of the dawn has come

piece by piece we're taken apart

and sewn back up

bound by our trust

I place my heart

in the hands of yours

So hold on,

We're almost there..

We hold on,

We're almost there!

Take cover!

It's coming down crashing!

The ceiling is coming undone!