Flight of the Nazgul

Why is life so precious
When living is but shreds of joy and pain
Of loss and gain
Of torment and resent

Hanging on a cliff edge
Clawing for a hold

The weak are pushed
The strong held back
The quiet cowed by the bold

More rain than sunshine
The warm outdoes the cold

Safety in numbers
But now we're all alone

I'm stretching out my arms now
I'm yearning for your love

Mist is all around us
Dark shadows fly above

The cold can kill you
Your body keeps me warm

We survey the view now
In the cold light of the dawn

Out on the cliff edge
Moss clings so easily