The Grip

On the ledge
My heart in shreds
I look up
But all I feel is being pushed down

My soul open wide
Fighting not to surrender
But you’ve already stolen every inch of me

On the ledge
I can step back -forget the past
Step forward
Free fall
Will you catch me

Floating through space
Snapshots flicker
Trying to hold on

Searching for answers
I wade through the darkness
Looking for the light

I’m holding on tight
Should I just release
And feel the freedom of peace

Standing on the ledge
My grip is slipping
Losing control
Saying goodbye
Spinning
Silence

No longer on the ledge
Not on solid ground
Somewhere in between

Beneath the fall
There is a gentle whisper of hope
Resting on the wings of the one who saves us all

Soul Free