Music & Lyrics Written By Howard Axtell

You don’t know me, I’m your brother and a friend
A distant treeman from a world far away
I have come to bring you, the nature of things
My father taught us to understand

To be removed from the pictures we have drawn
Living life the outside as I do
To be responsible and victims of our crimes
We must end this struggle to survive

We got to hold on and feel the way
We got to hold on, hold on and feel the way
We got to hold on, hold on and feel the way

I just don’t like crying, it feels just like dying
Think of all the children and young men growing old
We were born as children, living from day to day
Spinning those wheels of fortune, help is on the way

They call themselves leaders, hang your heads in shame
Take us to us to a threshold, back from the rain

We got to hold on and feel the way
We got to hold on, hold on and feel the way
We got to hold on, hold on and feel the way

Now you can hear my voice, it feels good to me
With brand new feelings, to help us through the day