Standing on the fringe of a grand cliff,
I’m shoved towards the gloom by my foes.
To the finish line,
Despite that I’m losing,
To where death lies,
All my bitter memories,
Burn in front of my eyes.
The envision of departing from life won’t flee from my mind,
For I despise myself,
And I‘m itching to leave.
The farther I’m from the peak of the cliff,
The more I crave to nap soundly in my grave,
Because I’m weary from my life.
The closer the turf is to me,
The more it’s slipping from my mind,
All my life’s value and worth.
But then came a conquering hero,
The self-love torchbearer dressed in a superhero cape.
Rescued me that day.
It caught me falling,
And soaring upwards,
It lead me back to a better life,
At the top of the cliff,
And destroyed my tyrants.
If it wasn’t for self-love,
I would’ve steered myself far away.
For once I’m glad,
I didn’t die.