Im trying to hold on
To things as hard as I can
I tighten my grip
But everythings falling through my fingers
like sand
I feel like I can't
But I'm not supposed to say that
I'm told if I believe
That I can do anything
But truth be told
Being strong
Has never been my specialty
It's just kinda a game of waiting
Wondering and hoping
Until the outcome
And when it happens
I'll have no control
As my world slips through my fingers
Like dust
Leaving me broken and lost.