Here I Stand

Hold on tightly,
these rickety boards won't hold.
Nowhere to run,
nowhere to go
but off this wold bridge.
Here I stand.

Warm salty air
flushes my face.
My hair blowing in the breeze,
I'm ready to go.
Life is now over;
here I stand.

Pulling up on the rail,
looking at the river below.
Tears roll down my cheeks.
I let go slowly,
faling through the air,
looking beyond the stars
where I stood.