They say if you grasp Tightly, a fist full of sand, It will fall through your fingers And left you with a bare hand. I used to grasp To life and love, Like a deranged manic, But bit by bit the grains of life slipped through the crack.
If you love something Or someone, you’re supposed to set them free; Sometimes it’s easy to let go And sometimes it’s agony. I still find myself grasping For the good memories, With a man whose brain is gone, Despite what he’s forgotten his love for me is strong.
Grasping is often done In an unfamiliar pitch black place, Where you search for all you want and miss, But it’s gone without a trace. Hold on to what you cherish But do not ever grasp Because a desperate grip is suffocating And they will never last.