10 September 2012
I've seen people teetering on the Edge, Watching them overlook the ledge, Unsure of where to go in life, Watching them struggle in their miserable strife.
But sometimes, they find themselves at the bar, Stumbling in on the black night star, I'm always there, wiping glasses away, Showing people how they've gone astray.
They call my bar a place of tranquility, They always seem to praise my ability Of being able to show the right and wrong, And a shoulder to lean on that isn't weak but strong.
I'm just another guy on the street, Just one person you seem to strangely meet, But please, if you find yourself down, Then come to the Edge bar, just outside of town.
Edge • Opuss № I