My Life
I clutched it hard, my fist
Trying to hold it tight, my life
But do I really want it, control?
Because control really means a lonely strife.
To be free at life’s every little moments
To decide with neither lashes nor helps
For this final curse, my freedom,
Fall or Rise, I’ve no one to blame
but myself
But I will hold on, hold it tight
My life, unsure [...]










