I walk at the side of the cliff,
I'm still thinking.
I'll jump-
Or I'll keep going.
Tears flows once again,
I don't know but a supportive rain cames.
Rock foundation became weak,
As I step, the part breaks.
I thought I'll fall,
But someone's hand--
Grab my wrist and;
Rescue my dying heart and wild soul.
Worried furrowed in his face,
My heartbeat is enjoying the race.
He held me up like just a piece,
I hug him like I praise.
