The sky is still dark
but the birds are singing,
Living on the edge is the las resort,
I stand by the bottom of the cliff,
Looking down,
I think,
I close my eyes and walk away,
still wondering,
What wouldve happened if i did?
Everyday over and over agen,
I go to the cliff,
and try again.
But each day,
I walk away,
Did i do the right thing?
Would anyone miss me?
I guess i'll never know,
now will i?
