Can't Stop Me Now

Standing high above the world
atop an old, creaking chair.
Yearning for a hand to come
Outstretched by somebody who cares.
Nothing stretches out but Darkness,
And its cold, trembling hands,
Nothing makes a sound, save Silence,
Conquering a tired Man.
The chair rocks steady left to right,
Aching from the strain.
Trembling, as if scared to die,
Though, none would notice if it stayed.
Theres a certain beauty lingering,
Like rain on forrest fires
Everything feels right in place,
But I feel so damn tired.
The World cant stop me now, nor I the World,
Though, if it tried I may hesitate.
I close my eyes and calm my shaking hands,
I understand, and now I take a leap of faith.