Edge

Standing on the edge of hope,
All that I can hear...
Is one hundred people talking,
And only one can speak .

Standing on the edge of unclear,
All that I can feel,
Is one hundred hands reaching out to own,
And only one has the power to hold me,

Standing on the edge of a water-fall,
All that I can see,
Is butterflies floating in the air,
Mi harts butterflies...so divine


I believed that you can protect my hart
But you left me to fly ...
I was just a butterfly!!!