here :: prev :: next :: Here we are on the eve of our desires Together here on the edge of hope But peering over the ledge are our hearts gripped with fear Do we find our resolve failing and our proud words transformed to a whisper For I have been careful not to boast mindful not to reveal too much too soon It would seem my faith stemmed from joy and now joyless I have been made faithless Looking back from the heights and gazing at the land we've traversed My head spins at the distance traveled when running blindly it's easy to lose count of the miles But still our gaze seems fixed ever forward, always waiting waiting for the bridge to be built that will allow us to cross to the other side So we sit on the ground, alone and draw pictures in the dirt And as the pictures change we force ourselves to question The waters once so clear where we quenched our thirst for life Have now been muddied their taste made bitter Where once the day gave light and our standing seemed sure Now twilight is upon us and the forms and shapes blend into one And cause us to question all that we had seen and all that we had understood Even still with our motion halted We can't escape the sense of the imminent For if we take notice we may find that though motionless we are racing along with the current here on the edge of hope © 1998 (27 july) john r. chase
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