This is it,
Here I am,
On the edge,
Looking over,
Everything hopeless.
A familiar voice echoes,
Calls out my name.
The edge so close,
So tempting,
But my curiosity draws toward the voice.
So I turn around,
And see the face that matched the voice.
Very peculiar,
Somehow comforting,
And completely pure.
I'm drawn in.
The edge,
Once so close,
Has now disappeared.
Now, only one thing matters in my life,
It's the face of God,
Smiling at me.
