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