2004-03-15 / 5:31 a.m.
Jump

Standing on this cliff

Wind blowing at my hair

Smells of summer

And freedom

Fill me with each breath

And if I just let go

Will I just start to fly

Or am I jumping to my death

Will I be found flat

Messed and dead at the bottom

Or will I just fly away

Leave this all behind

And what if I never have the courage

To jump?