Sitting on the edge of darkness
the light seems very dim,
my heart is just a memory;
a faint aroma on a night of wind

Fear not I say, for this will pass;
the ancient cry of loneliness
is all that will beckon us,
when time has come at last

Weak and low I know not fear
for Love has kept me here;
sweetly, kindly, gently,
lifting me ever higher now, 
brighter I become.