On The Ledge
I stand on the ledgeOf present and past
Precariously on the edge
Of what wouldn't last
Blue sky up above
Sweet grass down below
Bullets of love
Sting hate with each blow
A cold beating heart
A soul full of hate
A spiritual depart
That was just a little late
A staggering breath
A quick shot of pain
Defying your death
As the sun begins to rain
The march of saints
On the day night began
A song played so faint
By a single piano man
The procession begins
The day of the dead
Melodies swim
As i stand on the ledge
I take a step back
To think on my thoughts
In white and black
Of what i would've lost
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