Losing My Grip I’m losing my grip, The grip on my mind, The grip on my soul, And the grip on my life. Words loosening up, Sentences that don’t make sense, Used to make sense. Carryover into the “new” life. I am defending something, Something precious that I feel is going away Or have I already lost, Nothing seems the old way And I am alone here staring, At the chilly winter snow storm Don’t know how long how I can go more, Don’t know what it would take, To reach the shore. The beach and the accompanying city. The city which is known to me. It’s in the past, Will it be better in the future, Will I reach the shore, the city. Where my heart wants to live forever. I’m losing my grip, The grip on my mind. I’m losing my grip, The grip on my life. Alone I sit like a backbencher In my mind. Alone in the class, Waiting for someone or something. So won’t you join me in my class? I’m all alone and sobe...