My Might Drips
I'm loosing my grip
Like wind through my finger
tips
I clench my fist and miss
Bite my lip and bleed
Shut the door and fall
All that I have isn't enough
It's taken away so quick
Brought to my knees so swift
Fall to my face that I can't lift
Pray that you hear me and act
quick
Because without him
My might drips
Drips
Drips
Drips
Copyright © Chelsie Hansen | Year Posted 2012
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