The Edge of a Cliff

On the flat of a cliff
Standing there on the tip
I look over the edge
And I think I might slip

Only water below
Anything but shallow
Was I this scared the night
I flew through the window?

The future's somewhere
Out to it we all stare
But will I die
Before I get there?

It's almost as if
The fire that was lit
Was made to destroy me
On the edge of a cliff

Clouds roll above me
Sea churns below me
My hair blows around
As the winds surge behind me

And I'm sure now
I'm about to go down
But a hand grasps my arm
And I turn around

You're there, clad in green
Come to save me?
"Don't you remember? You can fly,"
Are the words that you speak