“What you’ve got to do is finish what you have begun.
I don’t know just how, but it’s no over ’til you’ve won.
When you see the storm is comin’,
see the light’ning part the skies,
it’s too late to run, there’s terror in your eyes,
what you do then is remember this old thing you heard me say:
It’s the storm, not you, that’s bound to blow away.
Hold on, hold on to someone standing by.
Hold on, don’t even ask how long or why,
child, hold on to what you know is true,
hold on ’til you get through.
Child, oh child, hold on.
When you feel your heart is poundin’,
fear the devil’s at your door,
there’s no place to hide, you’re frozen to the floor,
what you do then, is you force yourself to wake up, and you say:
It’s this dream, not me, that’s bound to go away.
Hold on, hold on the night will soon be by.
Hold on, and think of something else to try.
Child, hold on, there’s angels on their way.
Hold on and hear them say:
Child, oh child, and it doesn’t even matter if the danger and the doom
come from up above, or down below,
or just come flyin’ at you from across the room.
When you see a man who’s ragin’,
and he’s jealous, and he fears that you’ve walked through walls he’s hid behind for years,
what you do then is you tell yourself to wait it out. You say:
It’s this day, not me, that’s bound to go away.
Child hold on, it’s this day, not you, that’s bound to go away.”
Marsha Norman and Lucy Simon, The Secret Garden