At the edge of the cliff
So close I can hear the ocean sing
Just one more whispered breath
Would send me over the edge.
I can feel your hands on my back
Tensed in preparation for pushing
I spread my arms open
And let the tears fall to
Touch the ocean sand
I'll never be fully prepared for this.
But as it comes down to the seconds
The wind sings of what love we made
The rain tells the story of our love's end.
I'll turn my face
And beg you please, just please.
Take me out of my misery
And push me.
