Bucket Kicking

Bucket kicking, here I am
Nothing but a furious hand
When all is not and not is all
Who will catch you when you fall?
Things will end and fall apart
When trouble comes, who will dart?
The Edge's Window and the Splintered Door
Will give you pain and nothing more
They're nothing but an empty thought
And lonely bodies merely bought
They're hope that's lost in broken
And wanted words come out unspoken

The edge comes quickly like a breeze
And leaves me lost for words
The splinters stick forever in the scars that lie forever
in the brave hand that first pushed open that door.