The Crash The Crash
There’s a burning crash hanging over the edge of a precipice.
Numb to the danger and laughing like a loon.
Don’t you see it?
Don’t you feel the icey wind blowing up from the depths of the bottomless cavern?
You’re tied to a rock but you keep yanking on the rope.
I’m only so strong.
I can’t keep you safe if you pull away too far.
Once you were strong enough to tie your own lifeline.
I can’t reach you at the bottom and I won’t fall with you.