Gossamer and glass

I live in a fragile world,
My sanity hangs by a thread.
My way of life is made of glass
With a gossamer safety net.

I watch the baby down the hall,
Her life hangs by a thread.
Her chance of survival is made of glass,
With a gossamer safety net.

I read the newspaper
About the boy in Sierra Leone.
He hangs on by a thread,
His tenacity is made of glass,
With a gossamer safety net.

I turn the page
And chance upon a village with AIDS.
Their hope hangs on by a thread.
Their hope for antibiotics is made of glass,
With a gossamer safety net.

I read and read about global warming,
Of hunger and disease,
I realise, I'm not the only one hanging by a thread.
Our whole world is made of glass,
With a gossamer safety net.