On the Brink

We have climbed down this far, my companions and I,
The stream rushing here	dives headlong into time.
The fog swirls below me; above me the sky,
And I wait and I ponder	the leap that is mine.

Before the plunge
Before the fall
Before the drop that will change it all
Before I tumble 
Please heed my call:
Will you show me the hands that will bear me safe down?

The ledge here is crumbling, this sandstone is frail,
But no weaker now than my heart as it quails.
You have lead me thus far with a map but no trail.
Can you carry me down to the green of the vale?

(words and music: Karl Bailey/Fearsome Bear Music [ASCAP])