Here I stand and the edge of the world.
Arms in the air,
A foot over the edge.
If this ship is sinking,
Then I sink with it.
Eyes closed as I tremble,
A deep breath.
It could be my last,
It could be my first.
I turn away and run,
Run from the edge.
The blackest of places,
I have been.
Without you my dear friends,
I would be just a memory.
With the light of life,
Giving me its all.
I make the most of opportunities,
and right all my wrongs.
Shirt and tie,
No longer rags.
I look forward to tomorrow's,
With no fear of failure.
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