Grip

Let me hold on to that grip in the dark
while the moon sheds some light,
breaking the silence as it covers the night;
With feeble love.
Making a song that even mute can sing
and dance our way to another brink.
Oh mighty grip that transcends
the way of world,
never succumb to the weight of life
and its brawl;
Bridge the path of ignorance and poise.
Wake up and hold us, in front of hope
which hides in hideous shades of stint;
Tear my skin, bleed me thin, break my bone,
make me cry, out of my will.
Turn me oh the lovely grip.
Pass us the words, keep us sane,
love us a bit more than the reason you came.
Let me hold on to that grip;
Till i die and the imprint disclose stories
forever as the days rise and sighs.