Saving Grace

So many times, I've found myself looking down The Cliff.
So many times, I know I could've jumped.
Yet somehow, all those times had the same ending,
And I'm sitting here, telling you all about it.

So many years since the dog days tried to take me down.
So many years since the dog days nearly marched triumphant.
So many years, so many tears, many thoughts, and oh, the fears,
But all I had to do was rely on my saving grace.

They say a good woman can pull a desperate man from the abyss,
That she can woo him, make him feel like what he never thought what he is,
But I contend that women are so overrated,
That they merely are nothing but contentious, so damn jealous.

I found a sheet of paper and a pen with which to write.
I began writing lyrics, and sure, y'all have the right to read,
But that was not the reason why I chose to write artistic prose,
For why I chose to write is all balled up in me.

Selfish reasons, they are why I write what I say.
Some folks are offended, and some might even think I'm an absurdist,
But one thing's for certain, and that's that I didn't jump off of The Cliff.
I needed my saving grace, and now she needs me.