In the moment when you are teetering, right on the edge of all that is good, and all that is bad. Remember all those who love you, and all those you love, even those you may not yet know.
Teetering, teetering, on the edge of despair.
On this precipice I stand so high.
Breathing, breathing, this heavenly air –
So drunk on this bliss I could fly.
Flying, flying, weightless I feel.
The breeze caressing my face.
Soaring above this ocean so real,
Salty freedom is all I taste.
Tasting, tasting, this dry victory at hand.
For one more sip, I yearn.
My thirst only quenched by the sea so grand,
A journey to which I now turn.
Turning, turning, to the only way down;
At the bottom, my reward I shall reap.
Attaining success – to quiet the sound –
Forever mine if I just take that leap.
Leaping, leaping, through my mind with such grace
are images of all who I’d leave.
I can’t say goodbye – not to one single face:
Silence will bring no reprieve.