I asked her why she held on so

To things that she knew could hurt her.

 

She said It’s like a nettle.

Hold tight, you won’t feel the pain.

She said It’s like a rattler,

Hold tight, you won’t feel the fangs.

 

I asked her why she held on so

To things that she knew would exhaust her.

 

She said Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,

I’ll be tired till the day I die.

 

 

GRIPPED – Stacia Joy