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A Fistful Of Heaven
I’m holding on and refusing to let go
There are some days that I tend to struggle
Other days where I wake feeling at peace,
Some days I will easily become the winner
And others where the pain will never cease.
At times I practically beg to feel nothing
As my day has carried on for far too long,
But there are also times I wish I could feel
As being constantly numb is just so wrong.
I remember many horrid days of hurting
It’s on these nights my demons bury me,
Then a blissful day will finally transpire
I’ll bury my demons, not letting them free.
On the nights I struggle with my demons
It would be so easy to give in and give up,
But then I dig into my strength once more
And it’s my demons I successfully beat up.
Every time my body and heart gets broken
I dig deep into my strength and remember,
That I will always hold a fistful of heaven
A guiding light that’s always my defender.
