For Those Who Know How to Fall

I stand at the top,
Pondering the drop.
Would it hurt if I fell?
Would I go straight to hell?

I'm ready to leave,
As no one would grieve,
But before I resign,
The world grows divine.

The sky sings with light
And with colors so bright,
That I'm left with new hope
That I can climb this slope.

And with a sight so pure,
This could be the cure,
For any and all
Who only know how to fall.

Because who wants to go
When they could possibly know
That the world is so pretty
When they feel no more pity.