At the Edge

Our grasp is so fragile, the thread is so thin

I wonder each day if I'm blowin' 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

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 ends

It's what did you do with the life they gave you?

It's "Were you that honest? And did you make amends

To all the little ones under your guns?

How have you treated your friends?"