When your week feels like a beat down And you can't tell the night from day And you're tired of fighting battles When all you feel is pain, oh, it's a heavy weight There's hope on the horizon 'Cause the cross was not the end Let joy come in the morning And, child, lift your head, don't you give up yet
Keep on holdin' on, there's gonna be a breakthrough Keep on holdin' on, don't stay buried in that grave If He can roll the stone, He can send the darkness runnin' Might feel like Friday, but your Sunday's comin' It might feel like Friday, but your Sunday's comin'
So let your soul start singing And dry those tear-stained eyes There's a new life and you can breathe in You're gonna see the light on the other side
Keep on holdin' on, there's gonna be a breakthrough Keep on holdin' on, don't stay buried in that grave If He can roll the stone, He can send the darkness runnin' Might feel like Friday, but your Sunday's comin' It might feel like Friday, but your Sunday's comin'
Oh-oh, Sunday's comin' Oh-oh, Sunday's comin'
For the mama's praying for their family Your Sunday's comin' For the daddy's struggling to make ends meet Your Sunday's comin' And if addiction's bringing you to your knees Your Sunday's comin' Oh, if anybody here wants to be set free Your Sunday's comin'
Keep on holdin' on, there's gonna be a breakthrough Keep on holdin' on, don't stay buried in that grave If He can roll the stone, He can send the darkness runnin' Might feel like Friday, but your Sunday's comin' It might feel like Friday, but your Sunday's comin'
Compositores: Zachary Stephen Williams, Ethan Hulse, Radij A Kushnerovich ECAD: Obra #37189365 Fonograma #44430922