July 3rd- white knuckle grip

Benstopfel

It was not for me to chose
You’ve still got a lot to lose
Give it up or try again
Breaking ties or make amends

It’s almost miraculous
To go as far as you did
With the rage still white hot
In your white knuckle grip

You were dragged along the ride
You were just a shaking child
All the agency I’ve missed
Was when you wrapped the reins around your wrists

It’s almost miraculous
To go as far as you did
With the rage still white hot
In your white knuckle grip
You must be exhausted
Holding on like you did
Well the race isn’t run
But it’s easier than you’ve made it

If I could leave you a parting gift
Cuz you and I can still be friends
Open up your eyes sometime
You have got a precious life