Limbo

On a rock, built a home at the edge Of the end. Echoes of old age, cold faint and hollow. Held on to the tones in the air. Reminisce the past, you might go out alone. False rhythm, fumbling, cannot Trust my eyes. See my senses fade. On a rock, dug a hole on my own. Pale fleeting years, hope for the still unseen. Held on, a wave-swept shore. Then deflated here to this shaking ground. False rhythm, fumbling, cannot trust my eyes. See my senses fade. Past trials, lonely springs. Many days, I Thought It strange. This melody I Sing.