I'm breathless lying with you
I can't take life by the hand
When it's turned its back on
me so many times before
What makes you think i'll live
Another week with these
Passing thoughts and tragedies
Striking every second of the day
My body aches from unlimited
sobs and screaming at God on high
We'll fret over small things
and let go of big things
Training our minds to free us of
whatever
I can't let go this time
I'm falling faster every day
I can't take life by the hand
If I had written that line, I would have, first made it "I can't take my life by the hand". Then, I would have cut it apart so that it looked like this:
I can't take my life
by the hand
But that's how I write, see? "I can't take my life" looks like an entire thought. Just a thought.