I’m on the edge again
feel the breeze upon my face
I look down afraid to fall
but I feel the call to fly
Out on a limb it seems
at least it feels that way
I’ve second-guessed fifteen times today did I
really hear the call to fly?
Launch into the great unknown
let the wind take me away
where stars dance and mountains fade
now I know I was made to fly
I feel like holding on but
there’s a stirring inside
I near the edge then faith grows its wings
I think I was made to fly
I take a breath and gaze
at the beauty ahead
I’ve come so far
all I need is to step
and I’ll be free to fly
