Our Stubborn Grip (Will Be The End)

Danger, hazards

around the corner.

Jump the hurdles

or become a mourner.

Hold my hand

and don’t let go

as the currents

begin to flow.

…

Soft, at first,

almost still,

but soon the waters

begin to fill

with the shards

of wary doubt.

Suspicion builds

but won’t come out.

…

It simply waits,

beneath our feet,

while it gathers proof

so it may beat.

Force us under,

pull us in;

drown us while

we try to swim.

…

If you’d let go

you'd have a chance,

but I know,

just with a glance,

that your grip

will hold strong,

because we know

we’ve done nothing wrong.