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


Silken sand beneath my feet

High above the city street

All my troubles far away

This is where I want to stay


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


I could walk out and just keep going

Never stopping, never slowing

Until I feel the cool embrace

Serene and dark, my resting place


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?