Ledge
On this ledge I sit
Contemplating tomorrow
Will it be a different day
Or the same old sorrow
Even the clouds
Look as gloomy as me
Grey and ashen
Soon we could both be free
Below me the waters
Image where I sit
A mirrored calm
As if it's knowing where I'll hit
Behind me there's a trickle
Drip drip, like the clock of time
My tears hit the mirror
So close to the end of mine
On this ledge where I sat
Out of body looks down on me
You really had to be there
To know what it's like to be free
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