Can no one hear my cry?
I've come to this egde hoping I might die.
Thanks to one I'm offered up,
another chance to fly,
There's just one catch to this new egde,
this edge seems to shine.
I see it in the darkest night,
yet the edge is fine,
It's sharp and clear and shines right back with only me in mind.
It can take away my pain and only deal me slight,
It's here for me in the brightest day or in the darkest night.
This sharp edge can take away my fear,
all it leaves is one small cut and my final tear.
No one knows but it and I,
the way that it should be,
it never told a single soul and has yet to fail me.