A sea of inky blue, a sky of midnight black. Shimmering stars in the night; beckoning, calling, whispering. The deep mysterious sea, with its dark and frightening depths. The sky above, with its boundless hope of blanketing lights. Do I fall below? Or do I rise above? Do I succumb to the drowning deep; sinking, floundering, failing? Do I break free to flight; soaring, dipping, singing? Is night to be salvation, or is night to be my death? Only I can choose, as I stand between the two. To step upon the waters and choose to rise or sink, and choose to live or die. I stretch my arms, my wings reaching, feathering, fluttering. I bound and rise; lifting, soaring, flying. Wings carry me high, as I soar into that deepest night. Carry me away from pain and fright, carry me to loves bright light.