The grip slipped away, but she still holds on
So many reasons to let the grip slip away, but she holds on
Not knowing whether her fingers would give up
But her mind and heart not wanting to give up
Is it time yet to let go?
Her bruised elbows and knees from the last time, shouting out loud to let go
Her hands, could she trust them completely?
Will she let go? Should she let go?
Dancing melancholy and pain
Yet, she holds on with a lying smile
Trying to hide her pain and struggle
Will she let go? Should she let go?
