The Edge

On the edge

Staring down

At the cliff

Am I all that’s left


Down the barrel of a loaded gun

Says the man to his son

Leave me here

It’s not worth it

I’m not here to fear you

I’m here to let you go


As we fall from the edge together

It seems like tomorrow isn’t here

It won’t come

My life

It’s come undone

This game is done

My song is sung


The prize I keep

For myself

Is not for you

But for myself


I’m trying to be better

But that isn’t good enough

It simply won’t do

It’s just an excuse

For why I could never follow you

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