Losing Grip

I'm losing grip, my hands have started to slip.

It's hard to admit, but I can't take it.

I'm going to explode. I can't carry this load.

Can't you see I'm falling? It's Your name I'm calling.

Just tell me you care. This pain I would no longer bear.

Even if it doesn't show, I'm sure you know.

I'm to the point of breaking, my body's shaking.

Hear my plea, and at anyrate, catch me before it's too late.

April 21st, 2003