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.:the edge:.
Standing near the Edge,
Looking out to sea,
Walking 'cross the ledge,
Wanting to be free.
Stuck here in this place,
Somewhere else to be,
Staring at your face,
Wishing you were with me,
Looking past the glass,
Where your picture is kept,
Encased in gorgeous brass,
Not wanting to accept,
That we might never meet,
Not knowing if you know,
I'm feeling the defeat,
As the dark wind blows.
But turning I see you,
And watch as you come near,
wond'ring what to do,
And then you disappear,
I realize I was wrong,
Torment shall continue,
It's been plaguing me so long,
Not knowing what to do...
Today I am The One,
The One who left the Edge,
My torment fin'ly gone,
I stopped looking out to sea,
And left the crumbling ledge,
Now I know I'm free.
Copyright 2001 John Berger.