I stand on the edge of a precipice
And long to look over the ledge
But in fear of falling I do not see
And instead back away from the edge
Fear of the night always freezes me
Its dread a river through my bone
The thoughts of the future plead me to flee
And cease thinking of the unknown
I struggle to claim my peace of mind
Like a wagon caught in the mire
The embrace of the murk seeks to drag me down
But I fight to be free, and I shall not tire
For even the blade that was broken
Was once again remade
And the stains that were dealt on the silken cloth
Will time will none too soon fade
And though they say natures first green is gold
And that nothing gold can stay
I find that even though the sun may set
It rises still in another day
