"In love or life I'll take my stand;
Let me fall or grab my hand."
Closer to the edge I come, bearing my heart,
Holding it to the storm, only wanting love from the start.
I take gentle steps over the soft grass beneath my feet;
Compared to you, a trip off the cliff would be a treat.
The blades stab my toes with prickly fingers,
And yet the word you screamed still lingers.
I can hear it now, the ocean's roar,
It didn't sound so beautiful before.
To choose life would be to raze my foundation,
When I have no place left in this nation.
The edge, right there, all I have to face
To end your never-ending, twisted chase.
I said goodbye, barely whispered in your ear,
And yet, you refused, even as my end drew near.
On the wind a shout was heard throughout
Going on, saying something about:
"In love and life I am unwanted,
Now you will be forever haunted."