Life is short. The world is dark.
It’s tearing out the wings of a wounded heart. I’ve got no answer at the end of my rope.
The dust on the mirror, there’s a short goodbye. I’m staring out the window at the strangers walking by.
I can’t get an answer at the end of my rope.
Holding on but oh, there’s a weight. It pulls and it breaks.
Holding on but oh, there’s a weight. Let me lay my burden down.
Let me lay my burden down at the end of my rope.
On a lonely hill top there’s buried pride. It’s blowing out the candles and getting dust in the eyes.
I can’t find a reason at the end of my rope.
Life is short. The world is dark.

(r. todd)