Where Do I Belong?

Where in the heavens do I fit with the plan?
Feels like I’ve drifted across every single span.
It’s cold, dark and every noise puts me on edge.
If this goes on any longer I’m not sure I’ll still have a grip on this ledge.

So give me guidance and maybe some spurring.
Cause after this long it feels like I’m yearning,
To let go and see where I fall down to the land below.
Some say it’s wrong but how is it that they can know?
None have ventured from the walls of this kingdom great.
They view stepping from beyond these walls as a mistake.
It’s why I’m asking for just a little of your time.
Otherwise I may just push off at the next chime.

Where in the heavens do I fit with the plan?
(Fit with the plan)
Feels like I’ve drifted across every single span.
(Every single span)
It’s cold, dark and every noise puts me on edge.
(Puts me on edge)
If this goes on any longer I’m not sure I’ll still have a grip on this ledge.

Fashion a convergence between above and below.
If that is too much than you might as well say so.
But I don’t think that what I’m asking is above and beyond.
If it was then would I still be grasping onto this frond?
You might say yes but I need it explained.
For so many times my caution has been blamed.
Seen me labelled as the demon in furs.
And right now I’m sick of when this occurs.

Where in the heavens do I fit with the plan?
(Fit with the plan)
Feels like I’ve drifted across every single span.
(Every single span)
It’s cold, dark and every noise puts me on edge.
(Puts me on edge)
If this goes on any longer I’m not sure I’ll still have a grip on this ledge.