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.