Screaming from the edge, holding onto fringe, grasping,
Clasping, crawling over dead, reaching inward to the core.
Comfort once attained will not be given up.
Family ties and safety lines secure the few that run
Out to the edge, wanting to be heroes.
When things get ugly, they will be pulled back in.
The unseen warriors are those with no lines or ties.
They are risking everything; they have no choice.
It is fight or die for them.
movingforwardslowly 