There you were, gripping the wall, holding on tight
Keeping yourself hanging there, with all your might.
I happened to pass by and smiled at your eyes,
You tried to avert your face, smother your cries.
So I sat close by on the ledge, but not too much
I started to speak, and your hand I yearned to touch
Yet I did not want to push you too soon, I knew,
You might panic and then I'd be left feeling blue.
However I see your fingers slowly start to relax,
You're not any more afraid of hostile attacks.
Don't worry about life, we'll take it slow
Just be yourself, enjoy it and start letting go.
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