Standing On The Edge
I go to the edge every day
Sometimes it is just to enjoy the warm breeze
Other times I look down into the depths
Watching the birds gliding into the fog
In and out of the mists they play
I think about jumping to see how they feel
But, I talk myself out of it
I was not made to enjoy such pleasure
Still, I have so many questions
Why did God create such beauty
Who were the first people to see what I see
And what did they feel
But there is one question I have above all
I ask it every time I stand on the edge of this cliff
Maybe someday someone will tell me
What is on the other side
And how can I get there
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