Sur le bord de la mort

Sur le bord de la mort,

on the edge of death.

The world around me starts to fade,

as I come close to my final breath.

 

I find myself all alone,

standing precariously on this ledge.

Only minutes, maybe seconds,

until I fall off the edge.

 

Then your voice calls so soft,

my name caressed by your lips.

And I try to straighten,

while my entire world still tips.

 

Sur le bord de la mort,

on the edge of death.

You grab me, pull me close,

and give me more time before my final breath.

Author's Note

If I got the french wrong, please correct me as i'm not exactly fluent, but I'm pretty sure it's right.