Up on rocky ridges
With the wind blowing fast
I'm miles away from people
In the wilderness so vast
With fresh hurt on my mind
And a razor in my hand
The blood drips from my wrist
Down onto the sand
But a Cliff is my goal
To make it to the top
To fly with no strings
I'll never have to stop
Then miles away from no-where
I find the cliff I seek
I clime up to the top
Of such a rocky peak
Then dead out of breathe
The air it is so thin
I slip upon a rock
As It goes deep into my skin
I clime back to my feet
As the blood squirts out
It hurts now to the point
Were all I want is to shout
But I came here for a reason
That I intend to keep
To jump off this cliff
And fly until I sleep
So with my back to a rock
I jump out from the sky
With one intention only
To fly until I die
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