On the edge of the cliff 
 I looked down on trembling water
 On the edge of the night
 I looked into your waving eyes
 
 and the sound of the water drop
 Echo deep in this well of mind
 The ripple spread on the surface
 of the once traquil water
 
 I saw you swimming in the sea that night
 Danced by the fire that you made that night
 While the wind careseed my soul that night
 I fell from the cliff into your arms that night
 
 Should I dive?
 Should I cry?
 Should I try?
 To Where The Birds Fly