Sky spitting can’t decide what it wants to do
I wish it would just open up and pour down on me
At least to stop the wipers squeaking across the windshield
intermittent wipers keep streaking across the windshield

I’m driving in the dark 
away from my one time home
Wondering if and when
We will all be together again

And we can see that life is balanced
So precariously
And when it comes to tomorrows,
There is no guarantee

And sometimes from the edge
There is a beautiful, beautiful view
If the fear of falling 
doesn’t have to tight a hold on you

And sometimes from the edge
There is a beautiful, beautiful view
If the fear of falling 
doesn’t have to tight a hold on you

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View From the Edge

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