Living on the edge – Tickawagga

There’s a rain tapping on my window
There’s a man knocking on my door
There’s a phone ringing in the kitchen
There’s a couple somewhere making love
There’s a guilt crippling my friendships
There’s a fear growing by the hour
There’s a child longing for affection
There’s a tongue ready to devour

There’s a pain piercing my being
There’s a joke someone used to tell
There’s a world filled with joy and sorrow
There’s a heaven, some believe a hell
There’s a place I have never been to
There’s a poem I wrote with my own hand
There’s a set of values I aspire to
There’s a God for whom I’d make a stand

Living on the edge of my emotion
Reality is someone’s fancy notion
Tethered to my minds imagination
Carried to the edge by nervous tension
Captured by the fear of daily living
Tortured by the thought of one day dying
Hopelessness increasing with each failing
Endless days and nights of pleading, crying

There’s a man I know who wants to hurt me
There’s a woman, helpless, meek and mild
There’s a will that’s never to be broken
There’s a rod that didn’t spare the child
There’s a voice that never lets me settle
There’s a mind tormenting every day
There’s a narrow path for me to follow
There’s a thief showing me the way

There’s a life lying here in ruins
There’s a spirit longing to be free
There’s a heart, loving, warm and caring
There’s a soul begging company
There’s a love somewhere in the darkness
There’s a hand reaching out to care
There’s a truth calling me to follow
There’s a rest a peaceful haven there