Standing on the Edge of a Cliff

This is the start, get ready...

I slipped a thousand times,

Fell into an abyss of grime

Drowned in the sea of blaze

Swayed by the strong haze

Lost in swirling constant maze

But I'm here, standing still

Wounded, has scarred will

Holding a sword that mill

Cause I'm a warrior on the edge of the cliff.

I conquered everything but commit nothing,

I fight extremely yet the foundation's busting

Prestigious noble knight in kingdom's coming

Oh, nobly but had no recompense at all.

Every time I thought I'm full of rust,

Ruining my soul, crashing into the blast,

I'm joining in a battle yet I'm worthless

Like a paper that is made of ashes.

Like a bird that has no wings.

Admired by many to the extent,

Oh, but I hate myself.

I love things except me,

Unless I prove something

Anything that I could offer.

I shall never rest in the cage,

I shall ever train inside it.

I could be a growling tiger that slept in years.

I am here again, roaring and soaring.

Stepping on the edge of a cliff,

I can jump high over the skies or...

I plunge unto the darkness once more.

I know my limits but I'll try,

To jump beyond it,

To reach the lofty,

I'm quiet and silent, 'till

I'll be a great lion...

If not today, maybe soon.