I'm hanging of the edge of the world and holding on tight, and below I see loved ones who've passed.
They tell me 'it's okay, don't be afraid, you can let go' and deep down I know I want to.
I see my grandad and grandma (my dad's parents) waving and smiling, how pleased they are to see me.
My aunt and uncle hand in hand, I'm so glad they found each other again.
I see grandma and her two sons embracing and catching up on how life was between the years they were apart.
And in the middle I see the sibling that would have been if they were taken so soon.
Boy or girl I cannot tell we never did know.
They would have been so grown up by now.
Would they have had our mum's cool blue eyes and creative ambitions?
Or dad's brown eyes like melting honey and his quick wit?
I want to meet them.
I want to see all my family again.
But it's not yet my time.
And looking down I'm considering the drop.
I'm tempted to let go, let it all go and welcome their arms around me.
But something keeps me holding on.
Something worth holding on for, that makes everything worth it.
Maybe whatever it is will pull me back over - from the edge of the world.
