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Grasp
I grasp at sobriety
And I reach for the bottle
I lose my grip on most nights
Don’t know if I’ll reach tomorrow
For a shard of peace tonight
From future days I borrow
For this shrapnel I’ll pay
As they sharpen into sorrow
I’m strung between two sides
Like the flag in a tugging battle
I come close to crossing the lines
But am pulled back like an arrow
I’ll take hold of sobriety
As I let go of the bottle
I feel helping hands tonight
That’ll pull me into tomorrow
