We walk a line so thin and unknowing

The wind has only began to start blowing

We aboard a ship that is sure to sink

Trouble is just forming on the brink

We aboard a plain that is sure to crash

Trying to mend  a broken gash

We walk down an ever changing hail

Oh my darling please don't fall

It may be dangerous and we may topple through

But if we reach the top there is a breathtaking view