Over the Edge - Rob Chapman

A story for those by the wayside

A dream left to chase for the lost

The edge of the woods is the border

From where none come back, once they’ve crossed

The ghosts of the forest in summertime

The spirits that wait by the wall

The voiceless that long since ran out of time

They wait for the whole world to fall

That story stuck with me through my younger days

Now the dream has escaped from the lost

I see soon we all will run out of time

And none will come back once they’ve crossed