I step up to the edge, the breeze blowing my hair.
I close my eyes and I can see it.
My feet leave the ground as my wings catch the wind.
I’m flying.
But, when I open my eyes, I’m not soaring
and my feet are still on solid ground.
What if I fall?
I can’t risk it, that pain.
I look around and see others fearlessly facing the plunge,
but I remain frozen in place.
Scared.
All I can think is, “What if I fall? What if I fall?”
It’s then, in the midst of my frantic thoughts,
That I hear a still, small voice say,
“Yes, but what if you fly?”

I    just
                want                you               
to                        tell
me                       one
                         god
                       ****
                    simple
            yet
         so
          confu-
          -sing
         thing.

         why
        ?

You're the past I craved for.
The present I adore.
The future I want.
I love you.

She looks but she doesn't see me.
Not as her forever.
Only a good decision, a provider.
She clings to memories of a love she has lost forever.
Her person, my painful reminder.  
She relives a love that she wished would be forever.
Their lyrics, my heartbroken song.  
Will she ever see me as I see her? My forever.
My affliction, I am yours tell me I belong.
Her forever.

Wait for the
one.
Who is sure
about you.