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I am standing on a precipace, a brink.
Beneath my feet is green grass
Behind me, sunlight, warmth, and my family's voices.
They are calling to me to turn around, to come back to them.
You are beyond the brink.
I know there is no ground beneath you and yet you somehow are at level with me.
How you are there, I don't know; I cannot see your feet.
They are hidden in the thick grey smoke that swirls around them. Everything beyond the ledge is covered in smoke.
I can only see you.
You hold out your hand, telling me to show you my love, to join you.
But how can I take your hand?
How can I know I will not fall?
I cannot see the bottom, cannot see what is beyond.
I only have your word.
Is that good enough? Can I trust you?
I can't trust myself.
How will I know I will not be damned by taking your hand?
Leaving the warmth, the light, will I plunge into eternal darkness with you?
Can I give it all up, even for love?
Beneath my feet is green grass
Behind me, sunlight, warmth, and my family's voices.
They are calling to me to turn around, to come back to them.
You are beyond the brink.
I know there is no ground beneath you and yet you somehow are at level with me.
How you are there, I don't know; I cannot see your feet.
They are hidden in the thick grey smoke that swirls around them. Everything beyond the ledge is covered in smoke.
I can only see you.
You hold out your hand, telling me to show you my love, to join you.
But how can I take your hand?
How can I know I will not fall?
I cannot see the bottom, cannot see what is beyond.
I only have your word.
Is that good enough? Can I trust you?
I can't trust myself.
How will I know I will not be damned by taking your hand?
Leaving the warmth, the light, will I plunge into eternal darkness with you?
Can I give it all up, even for love?