Edge.

On the edge she sits and waits.
 With eternal silence she anticipates.

 Her heart beats fast as her sorrow flows
 The questions she couldn't ask, the stories she never told.

 Oceans afar so sparkling and blue.
 Her mind is made up, what else can she do?

 She prayed for wings so she may fly,
  But if she takes a leap, she may die.

 She closes her eyes and squeezes them tight,
 Hoping that she might just take flight.

 The wind blows fast with a sudden gust of fright,
 She sits back on the edge to continue her plight.