“Holding Back the Pressure”
by
Michael Smith
Holding back the pressure
They all want to come in
Screaming out for mercy
Soaked in sweat again
Holding back the pressure
They’re glaring with their eyes
And the grinding of their daggers
They want to make them fly
Holding back the pressure
All the spying ears
They’re waiting for the notice
That the time for death is near
Holding back the pressure
Wicked noses on the prowl
They’re searching for the sent of death
So they can feast on a souls down
Holding back the pressure
Every choice in every day
With a lone strong companion
Who helps me walk my path each day
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