I’ve stood upon the precipice,
Awaiting was only death.
Though she left that night alone,
For even I was able to refuse her.
The cold grip was not enough,
A fire was lit unto me,
And I was freed.
I’ve stood upon the precipice,
Awaiting was only death.
Though she left that night alone,
For even I was able to refuse her.
The cold grip was not enough,
A fire was lit unto me,
And I was freed.