Across this gorge so deep,
my very existence in peril,
I hand over hand over rope,
to reach the other side.
No thing be left here for me,
but on other side, I might see,
some anything, reason to live,
and carry on, to carry on.
Hand over hand as I lose my grip,
and pray to God, that I don't slip,
and hit the ground like crack of whip,
then meet my maker face to face.
A river deep flows far below,
and if I could swim, I just don't know,
the distance so great to other side,
as my weakened heart may not make the ride,
so I pray for lifeguard to do the job,
before the water, my life might rob,
should I lose my grasp and take the plunge,
before I finish what I have begun,
and see the other side victoriously,
and claim what life has in store for me..
