Desperate, longing Beyond the threshold labeled ‘Too Far Gone’ Deep darkness surrounding Chocking, drowning Cold fingers grip muddy soil On the edge of the cliff Where helpless feet dangle On the verge of demise The temptation to let go Lingering has the body groaning Heart throbbing Fire sears each artery Stretch oh stretch E’re closer calls death Letting go frights depths Even depths to soul Yet what is this? Defiant desire Inspite of dispair The hopless aquire Inward fire Light of thin air A glimmer A ray The light of morning Star of day Relentlessly clinging To hope amongst the lost Under a shadow In the shape of a cross Determination 'There must be more!’ In searh of satisfaction Beyond distant shore Belief is what guides One who lives The same who dies In hope Made strides Up the cliff it climbs To die it must first be lived What is despair but a calyst to destiny 'Defiant hope may be the death’ said he 'But if the last is breathed; so let it be’