I am standing on the edge
Into the blackness I peer
Wild winds twirl about. Wanting me to fear.
I take a step closer
Gripping tight the rail
My ears strain past the roar to hear a distant wail
Waves are crashing taller
Foundation begins to quake
My heart begins to pound...
So dreamlike, maybe i'm not quite awake
I need to turn back
Make it to the safty of home
But the wind haughtingly calls my name
Trying to sound so tame
Ha! A liar all the same
Salt air is so that i taste it on my tongue
Why can't I seem to part away...
Away from the edge , the blackness the crashing
And the wild wind that loves to play
All i know is i better leave before it is too late...
After all...this could be my fate.
Thats good.
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