Holding On To The Ends Of The Earth
We've both fallen over the edge.
Fell of the edge of this land.
We're hanging on by a thread.
At least we're hanging, hand in hand.
The only thing keeping you
from falling below,
are your nails in the dirt
so I want you to know
if you have to let go,
it's adoration I'll show,
as I fall to that ocean below.
See the only thing keeping me
from death's cold, black sea,
is your hand, hand in hand,
But if your hold on this world fades away,
and it's you who falls from this land.
Then I fall.
Just like you.
You and I.
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