Standing On the Edge
Standing on the edge
And I can't prevent the fall
Cause the wind is blowing full fledged
Screaming, this is my dying call
No one to hear it,
(My) Pointless wit
I'm left alone
I've come to accept it
Soon I’ll be blown
And the pieces will fit
One and all
I'll be no less present
I will crawl
To a place so pleasant
Deed of utter peace, you can't deny
Don’t need to be fierce, you shall comply
Feel free to comment, or message me if you wish to read more in french! (as it's my first language)
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