Standing at the precipice of Life,
Defiance shown in the eyes,
But there is no turning back,
The choice to live or die.
Though I speak in spiritual,
Yet this choice be crucial,
Only God can save me,
For in myself, defenseless, utterly.
Broken again and again,
Within me, a crack, a flaw, a stain,
God, my potter fashioned me anew,
And in this life, in HIM I pursue.