How tight is the grip that we have
On this so-called life
And if it all, one day went bad
Would we still be satisfied

Do we find our worth here on earth
Where moths and rust destroy
Or do we look towards Heaven
To bring about real bouts of joy

Do we not realize that this life
Is here and gone in the blink of an eye
That it doesn't end on this side
With our last breath the day we die

If you have a grip, try and lose it
Cause what you have will never last
And turn your eyes towards Heaven
Where all our needs are met

Once we lose our worldly grip...