At The Edge

Our grasp is so fragile the thread is so thin

I wonder each day if I'm blowing away

I know that I'm lucky

I wouldn't be here at all if somebody's hand

hadn't been where I stand

at the edge of a very great fall

And like a lighthouse before you at the edge of the sea

the woman whose grip holds when you slip

But the darkness won't get you

Your family won't go

they will make your heart light

to where you know what is right

and you go where you know you should go

And it's life and it's dying

it's beginnings and end

it's what did you do

with the life they gave you?

It's were you the honest, and

did you make amends

To all the ones under your guns

How have you treated your friends