Right here, on the edge, so close without knowing But I feel the unspoken, I embrace the unknown The canyon is vast, full of reflections of the past If the rags fill my eyes and blaze across the skies I won't be scared like I've been taught But I'll open up to things that I know not I've built bridges to do what I can't But I can't trust the works of my hands I need a bit more than the ideas in my head I need the courage to follow paths unled With a white cane feeling forward What is it all leading toward? The meaning of life is a mist It can't be clearly seen or even grasped And if it's poured on me like water Then may I receive with open hands As the wind blows overhead May it teach me all it can Knowledge and life are about the experience And if we speak someone is hearing us Right here, on the edge, so close without knowing But I feel the unspoken, I embrace the unknown The canyon is vast, the rags will fill my eyes Reflections of the past blaze across the skies I don't make all the right decisions I just try to work with what I've been given The more I live, the less I understand The more I control, the less I command I'm a mystery continuing to speak There's a reason to be silent