[Verse] Fingers trace the corners worn and frayed, Dusty shoebox memories on parade. Sunlight through the window, soft and slow, Faces from the past begin to glow. [Pre-Chorus] Every smile, every tear, locked away so fine, Whispers of a story written line by line. [Chorus] Hold on, hold on, to the love we found, Old photographs falling, spinning round and round. Hold on, hold on, hear the sacred sound, Of a lifetime’s echoes, lifting from the ground. [Verse] Spring cleaning brings a sacred kind of grace, Time slips away, but we still embrace. Faded pictures singing gospel like a choir, Hearts ignited by a quiet fire. [Pre-Chorus] Every glance, every touch, caught within the frame, A holy light that never feels the same. [Chorus] Hold on, hold on, to the love we found, Old photographs falling, spinning round and round. Hold on, hold on, hear the sacred sound, Of a lifetime’s echoes, lifting from the ground. [Bridge] Lift your voice, lift it high, through the tears and through the years, Grace in every shadow, hope beyond the fears. Let the past be a hymn, let the memories begin, In this moment we find home again. [Chorus] Hold on, hold on, to the love we found, Old photographs falling, spinning round and round. Hold on, hold on, hear the sacred sound, Of a lifetime’s echoes, lifting from the ground. [Chorus] Hold on, hold on, to the love we found, Old photographs falling, spinning round and round. Hold on, hold on, hear the sacred sound, Of a lifetime’s echoes, lifting from the ground. [Outro] Lifted from the ground, Lifted from the ground, Hold on, hold on...