“Dangling from my finger tips, But loving the view from this cliff, Shes got a hold on me thats keeping me from coliding with the rocks that are waiting below, But there are those who still stomp on my hands hoping I lose my grip, To many times I've lost it and fallen but her hands launch out to catch me before I fall to far, Though many times I feel dead cause there are zero good thoughts in my head, there is still reason in my heart and its her and as long as I'm dying I'm still hanging on to a breathe so I can stay by her forever.”
