Still Hanging On

I woke up this morning to another storm warning and now I’m left without choice
I’ve gone miles without breathing, days without weeping, and still I hear her voice
I’m on my knees praying although the carpet is fading but I can’t seem to find grace
I’m on the verge of breaking and my heart is still aching to catch a glimpse of her face
I’ve climbed the highest mountain, still tossing pennies into a fountain, with only one wish
But the rain, it keeps falling, the desert, it keeps calling, and slowly I’m losing grip
The one thing that matters most is the one thing that I’ve lost but I’m still hanging on
She’s all I have that keeps me straight but I might be late but hopefully it won’t be long.