I stand on the railings poised to fall,
Balancing on the edge of the dividing wall.
I fear not the death that fear all,
It is life that terrifies my soul.
I feel the wind blowing on my face
My hands are getting cold and pale,
I am shivering like a quivering leaf;
This night is making me nervous.
Nervous ?
The one who is about to die ?
Yes, I am shaking all over.
I look back over my shoulder;
Is there anything I am going to miss ?
Well...
There was this pretty face...
There were some beautiful smiles...
There were some wonderful days
Some wild nights...
Also there were the terrible hours.
Well...
The dark blue waters of the river
Remind me of nothing but emptiness of my mind
It is often confusing, this state of blankness
I always mistake it for defeat.
Well...
Maybe that is why I stand here ready to fall
Out of my senses.
Out of the shear frustration of the daily routine
Reluctant to break free, in life
And resort cheaply to death, like a coward.
No...
It is not fair, to die this way
And deny myself another chance.
Who knows ?
Tomorrow might be a better day...
The sun may shine on my face
The rain my pour
And I may live again.
Again...
I stand on the railings poised to fall
But my heart has turned away
The winds have changed in direction.
THey are blowing my way.
Now I feel the strangest warmth
Creeping into my heart and body.
It is a feeling of hope. It is strange.
There is a surge of confidence.
I just hope it will last a longer time
Than it has before 
And may it be a life time,
Before I seek to go.