A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
Standing at the edge of world looking down
up here we are so small, up here we are no one
we are just little specks standing on the edge
little dots so close they're touching.
Up here, no one's judging, no one's looking
for us to give them the answers, to solve their
problems for them. Up here, we are invisible
we are unreachable.
Up here we are nothing.
Nothing feels good, standing hand in hand
Around us the wind screams, the air is heavy with
rain. Up here, we watch the world being covered in fog
slowly whiting out everything and everything we know
everything we're hiding from.
Up here, we are hidden
we are safe from their words, their accusations,
their expectations of what is right and what is wrong
how we should feel about each other.
Looking over the edge, wondering if we jumped,
hand in hand, would we find something better,
find somewhere we belong?
Instead, you just kiss me, holding me, promising me
that no matter what they say, no matter what they do
we'll be standing together, hand in hand
little bright spots in each others universes.
Standing on the edge of the world with you,
looking down, knowing things are about to change.
All eyes will fall back on us, all mouths asking question
after question trying to condemn, to convince
that we are something else, that what we are is wrong.
Hand in hand, we step down, our footsteps echoing
on the stones as we walk hand in hand from the edge
of the world, the edge of everything we dreamed and feared.
Our worlds will continue to grow, our worlds will have no endings
as our legacy lives on, all that is left
is to determine what shall be written when we finally reach the bottom.