Beyond My Grasp!
Beyond My Grasp!
I cannot seem to get a hold of this
Someone come here quickly
Why is it so hard to juggle this struggle?
I am not the worst gal about still all I get is grief and strife
I work, I struggle, and I study but still am in the hussle
Mama didn’t have much and so I tried to escape
Yet even with education it’s still not enough
When will the pain and strife end?
Was marriage supposed to make a mend?
Still each time I try to educate, work and to sort out the mess
Everything just seem to be Beyond My Grasp!
I not giving up no not I
It’s not in my DNA to even stop and cry
I will keep reaching for the stars and even if all I grasp is the cloud
At least something will now come into my own world and eventually my grasp
Then I can breathe and say It’s not Beyond My Grasp.
