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I’m screaming but no one hears a sound
I’m standing alone in the middle of this crowd
My heart is pounding hard inside my chest
And the sweat is pouring down from my forehead
The room is spinning and I am about to fall
The ground has started to shake and I’ve lost sight of the walls
The floor is crumbling away beneath my feet
And my balance has gone and my legs have gone weak
The sky has turned black and a storm is coming
The thunder is loud and my head is thumping
This place that I’m in, I’ve been here before
I ended up here when I fell through depressions door
Here I am again on a cliff with the waves crashing beneath me
With the gentle spray of the ocean trying to tease me
So I look down at the rocks as the waves crash against them
And the voice telling me to end it all is oh so tempting
Each lightning strike strikes me hard in the chest
I stumble, fall back my hearts giving way in my breast
The sting of the hail stones crash hard on my face
And the rain is like acid burning me away
But I refuse to be beaten, I refuse to let myself fall
And I fight back through the pain, scream, try to stand tall
The hail stones lesson and the thunder ceases
I'm panting, crying, falling to pieces
But then I feel the chaos around me start to fade away
Though the urge to jump is still forefront in my brain
I stand for a while and let my tears trickle down
Then to my amazement, in the distance I see the sun coming out
The darkness subsides and everything looks so bright
And the cliff has turned into a rock and I can see birds in flight
I let the air caress my cheeks and my hair sway in the breeze
And I allow myself a moment to take in the scene
I close my eyes and voices come to my ears
As well as the clink of glasses and people saying cheers
And as I look around I am back in the room
The floors back beneath my feet, there’s no impending doom
My friends holding my hand and talking away
I’m no longer alone, my minds no longer astray
The storm is now over and I realise
That if I ride the storm out… I will always be fine...