On the Edge

Standing at the water's edge

Standing on the window ledge

Feeling wind whip through my hair

A sense of freedom in the air

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Silken sand beneath my feet

High above the city street

All my troubles far away

This is where I want to stay

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Perched on the edge, the precipice

The choice to escape all of this

To take the plunge into the unknown

Or to turn away and go back home

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I could walk out and just keep going

Never stopping, never slowing

Until I feel the cool embrace

Serene and dark, my resting place

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I try so hard to hold on tight

To struggle on because it's right

But sometimes I just need to know

What would happen if I let go?