What Do I Do, Now I’ve Reached The Edge?
The Cliff Is Steep To The Plain Below.
Miles Upon Miles Of Emptry Air
And No Hand Will I Hold, But Your Hand
And You Are Not There!
What Do I Do When Smothering Black
Of Night Engulfs Me Coldly Dark
So Dark I Tingle With Sudden Fear
No Arms Do I Need But Your Arms
And You Are Not There!
What Do I Do With A Life That Tells
The End Of The World In A Darkened Mist
But Still Must Keep Senselessly On
No Love Keeps My Heart, But Your Love
And You You Are Gone!