Im sitting on the edge of a life I used to lead,
all I want is her hand to lead me free.
I am not sure, I do not know
But I believe in love so its time to go
Into the dark and I must say its an aweful lot like the month of may
When the hands keep reaching
And the fingers keep grabbing
All I did was let them keep stabbing
I am not strong, mind is weak
And my body soft
Iv naught to speak
But of my love,  im lion atg heart
Her hands in mine, iv learned the art
Of life and love who can say
What will be at the end of days?
But of my soul, and by my breath
I will love her until my death