Another Well Worn Story
I see you through the clouded haze
Standing there across the way
The mountain's high, the gorge is deep
Alas, our bridges do not meet.
So, shall I try to reach you, dear,
Or simply stand here with my fear?
Shall I fall or take to flight
And burn away this earthly plight?
What pleasures, joys must await;
Of these I do anticipate.
I close my eyes and take a leap
A moment more our hearts may meet.
The fear is gone, my faith has won
But to my aid he does not come.
I never had imagined this;
He'd throw away our Holy Bliss.
As if there is an excuse
To leave me hanging from this noose.
For all eternity, I dread
I'll linger here alive, not dead.
And face the mountain whence I came
To feel the sorrow, feel the shame.
