I stand upon the precipice, on life's thin edge,
Clutching at an unseen thread, my heart does pledge,
To hope against hope, salvation it might be,
This fragile, ethereal lifeline, to set me free.

Drowning in despair's relentless, surging tide,
Gasping for a breath, my spirit deeply sighed,
Nearly surrendering to the abyss, the deep,
But still, a flicker of resolve, I strive to keep.

The darkness surrounds, a cloak so vast,
Yet I yearn for light, a lifeline to grasp,...