What paths has one traveled to deviate to a path of the edge of the world?
How long has one traveled alone in emotional typhoons to look over the edge?
What loneliness and helplessness has one felt brought them to the edge?
What plain reason to live has been robbed from them leaving them on the edge?
What sadness, that outreached hand that no one catches cause them to fall?
The solitude, the freezing granite heart that warmth can not reach?
What hope is there?
When your on the edge, to set yourself free?
