Standing at the edge of brokenhearted mountain
Waiting for a tug on my shirt to let me know its ok,
For a pull to keep me from running away,
Not waiting to face this day, but hoping for that leap of faith,
My face waiting to change, but my way is fixed like dried clay,
Tears flowing enough to make a lake, but no one would want to swim with this ache,
Trying to see that light that I use to see, feel that warmth flowing through my veins,
Now its nothing but sadness rupturing in my face, blood cold as a snowflake,
Last breath I want to take, last place I want to lay,
I can feel my heart pounding hard with faith, too bad it took my heart to be broken on this mountain.