All I could think about was Jumping,
Would it hurt, would the current take me away from here?
I run my hand on the cold metal,
If I stood here, would you notice
If I climbed over, would you care
If I flew, would you turn
All I could think about was Jumping

The trees call me, beckon me,
But the current calls stronger, harder, faster.
The waves want me, the swirls need me.
If I fell, would you pull me up
If I slipped, would you catch me
If I snuck away, would you notice
All I could think about was Jumping

The moon whispers to me, kisses me
But the silence stung, stronger, harder, faster.
I stepped one foot, two feet.
I breath,
No one turns.
I fly.
Free, no where, no one, nothing.
All I could think about was Flying

The cold cut me, the ripples hugged me.
All I thought about was Jumping