Standing on the cliff of trust. Looking down, there is no bottom. No end to whatever may come, no hope of ever reaching the bottom- to die.

One morning you wake up afraid to live.

Closer and closer, the wind pushes me to the edge. One more step and down I go. One more step, and I'm falling forever.

Sheets of written words, drift through the wind. Seeking to be found, and finally bound.

If the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear, you shout and no one seems to hear. And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes, I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

I'm sorry. I can't be perfect.

If only I could, make a deal with God; and get him to swap our places.

You just did the impossible, gained my trust.

I'm too high now, I'd die from the fall.

Just one step is all it takes..
to take his hand, to see his face