Loose Ends

Climbing a mountain
 In darkness
 Stranded alone on the ledge.
 Every attempt that I make to hold on
 Pushes me nearer the edge.
 Sensing the changes impending
 My thoughts are diffused by despair
 I feel like I'm swimming straight up
 Underwater
 Desperately racing for air
 I'm racing for air.
 And the chords struck at birth
 Grow more distant
 Yet, we strike them again and again.
 And we plead and we pray
 For a glimmer of day
 As the night folds its wings
 And descends
 Exposing the loose ends.
 Surrounding myself with possessions
 I surely have more than I need
 I don't know if this is justice,
 hard earned,
 Or simply a matter of greed
 A matter of greed.
 And the chords struck at birth
 Grow more distant
 Yet, we strike them again and again.
 And we plead and we pray
 For a glimmer of day
 As the night folds its wings
 And descends...
 Exposing the loose ends.
 And the chords struck at birth
 Grow more distant
 Yet, we strike them again and again.
 And we plead and we pray
 For a glimmer of day
 As the night folds its wings
 And descends...
 Exposing the loose ends.