We teeter on the edge,
without the knowledge.
Will we live through this day,
or will we in the ground lay,
buried under mounds of dirt,
without an earthly hurt.

He said forever, she said forever,
but they knew it was never.
They knew that it wouldn't last,
but their time was already past.
The had left it behind,
no longer was it for their kind.

We live without knowing:
will we keep on growing,
or will we fade away,
never waking to another day.
Even so, life goes on.
Perhaps we'll all live to see another dawn.

Whatever happens, we know this:
life is precious.
There is no time to waste,
but don't make haste.
Such a pity,
that we have to live in uncertainty.

This I know,
for the new day does glow.
And by this I abide,
and hold my arms wide,
for a new day to replace
the old and i will face
each day that comes to me,
no matter how hard it may be.