Before I Grab Somebody's Hand
Ah, before I grab somebody's hand...
I must get rid of all grief and feel really glad;
ah, before I grab somebody's hand...
I must earn worthiness and stop being mad!
It must have been quite long
having lived the pathetic life
of a worthless being;
walking fearlessly inside
scary shadows cast by black clouds...
where one hid to fend off his doubts,
not fighting the icy storms that froze his bones
and made him shiver to suppress his groans!
Ah, before I grab somebody's hand...
I must get rid of all grief and feel really glad;
ah, before I grab somebody's hand...
I must earn worthiness and stop being mad!
Would it be easy going back
to the fast rhythm of living;
it's the weirdest thought to sense flack
and be speechless, not willing
to let fate change the course of things...
when from the edgy brain evade dreams!
Ah, before I grab somebody's hand...
I must get rid of all grief and feel really glad;
ah, before I grab somebody's hand...
I must earn worthiness and stop being mad!
Sweetest angel of mercy, make me smile...
it has been raining, I'm seeking sunshine:
it's a rough climb from the lower ground;
I'm standing on a rock and being drowned!
It won't be and shouldn't be easy for a guy,
who has no choice, but to go back and slip
into the fast rhythm of living and survival;
It's a stride that asks for the sacrifice I can't skip...
before I grab somebody's hand and be no rival;
only thinking I am too fragile and bound to die!
Ah, before I grab somebody's hand...
I must get rid of all the grief and feel glad;
Ah, before I grab somebody's hand...
I must earn worthiness and stop being mad!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2022
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