Scared to look inside myself
For fear of what I find

Is there something wrong with me?
A black and diseased mind

Knuckles white and cramping
From clinging to the ledge

Then letting go, like a clear blue stream
I tumble from the edge

No fear, or pain, or sudden thud
From screaming into hell

But beauty, peace, tranquillity
This is were I fell

Who'd of thought that everything
That I've been looking for

Was so close always with me
Right behind the door