I'm not sure how I got here,
but here I am; sitting on the edge of this building looking down.
Leaning over the edge I can feel my heart beating faster and faster.
How did I get here?

I see the ground below me.
It sure is a long way down isn't it? I thought to myself.
I feel the wind gently rustling through my hair
How do I get back down?

The night sky had an orange moon and practically no stars.
I lean a little closer to the edge and see people staring up.
Are they looking at me?

Soon I hear sirens coming closer
I guess they are.
I stand up and take a step back
It's time to go
I take another step back,

The sky was suddenly darker than I remembered,
The moon now hidden behind the clouds,
The lights of the ambulance and police cars lit the ground,

I turn around,
and I let the wind take me.
I lean backwards,

I lose the feeling of the roof against my feet,
it is replaced with the emptiness of air.
The wind now brushing quickly through me,

I am flying.
I am at peace.
I am free.

The lights are getting brighter,
The noise is getting louder,
The sky is getting further,
The ground is getting closer,

I am flying.
I am at peace.
I am free.