Sitting on the edge of a cliff
Hoping for nothing
Wanting more
Alone alone alone
Calling out
No voices heard
No hands to hold me back
No one to catch me
No one to see my tears
No one to care
My life is but a heartbeat
A blink of an eye
A flex of a muscle
A breath
A single tear
A moment in time
A grain of sand
A whisper
A single push forward
A cold air draft
A gut wrenching pain
A scream in the night
No one can see
No one can hear
The winds take the whisper
Goodbye

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Those who dance appear insane to those who cannot hear the music. Mark Kleiman

Kites rise highest against the wind, not with it. Winston Churchill