With back pressed tight against the wall
In constant fear of fatal fall
I stand here clinging to this ledge
Strength spent from walking on the edge
Though I should sit down on the ground
Upon this ledge no rest is found
The constant terror of the deep
Consumes my soul and steals my sleep
Just to the right was level ground
The way was smooth and footing sound
But still I chose to take this path
Which perils fill and dangers hath
Exciting winds coaxed me this way
It seemed quite safe in light of day
But now the light is fading fast
Today's sunset may be my last
Why did I choose this path at all?
Knowing all along that I could fall
But having made this wild decision
I place each step with marked precision
One slip and it could be my last
Then like a rod whose line is cast
Into dark waters far below
With no return my soul will go
Oh, for a chance my path to change
All past decisions rearrange
Though there's still time my lot to heal
Here on the edge, I'm standing still
by Yvonne Golden
