Run To The Edge of Darkness – Just Before the Helpers Come

Run to the edge of darkness
To see if the light is real
Search in the place where nothing is
Can you feel? What do you feel?

Try to erect a barricade
By piling word upon word
Rage at the crashing silence ,
Where nothing can be heard

Always the same crippling question
Oh why? Tell me why
Always the same splintered images
What am I? Who am I?

When you grow tired of trying
To gather the empty night
When you grow tired of crying
When your hollow tears are drying
When you’ve had your fill of dying
Turn around Turn around Turn around
And face the light!