We all stand
so close to the edge,
that our reflections
are only a stone throw away.
Our words ripple outwards,
towards the river bank,
where you stand,
and as you look down
all you see is you.
We all stand
so close to the edge,
that our reflections
are only a stone throw away.
Our words ripple outwards,
towards the river bank,
where you stand,
and as you look down
all you see is you.
