I see the ground 30 feet below me.
I see it and I don't feel defeat.
My life was once complete.
How did I feed this destruction?
I ran the drama and I dropped out.
I stand on the ledge, still the wind in my hair.
I don't know what it's worth anymore?
My life or the strangest places.
It bears to listen, I'm on this ledge and I can't remember the last time I cared about who I am.
Who is the last person you told you loved?
I sit on the ledge and think this through.
My wife is crying, my children too.
I get off the ledge again, but I know I'll stand up there.
I'll think about them and my life will roll through.
I love the strength I have, the power I command.
Today will be the last time on the ledge, at least until tomorrow, when I'll climb up here again.
