Wana Jump Sometimes
Edge Of The Brink by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

 keep your letters in a shoebox tied,
With a ribbon that’s frayed from the tears I’ve cried.
I don’t read them, but I can’t let go,
They’re the only proof I have to show.
That love like ours was real, not pretend,
Even if it broke before it could mend.

We’re falling together, but not the same,
Two hearts unraveling in a fragile flame.
I’m holding on to what’s left of the spark,
But the night feels colder when you miss the mark.
We’re falling together, but not in sync,
Just two lost souls on the edge of the brink....edge of the brink
(edge of the brink.)

I see your shadow in the hallway light,
A ghost of a memory that visits at night.
You’re the ache in the quiet, the hum in the air,
The part of me that’s always there.
But the silence between us is a canyon wide,
And I’m too tired to cross to the other side.

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We’re falling together, but not the same,
Two hearts unraveling in a fragile flame.
I’m holding on to what’s left of the spark,
But the night feels colder when you miss the mark.
We’re falling together, but not in sync,
Just two lost souls on the edge of the brink.....edge of the brink
(edge of the brink.)

I found your sweater in the back of my drawer,
Still smells like the nights we’d laugh and laugh even more
I thought about tossing it, but I couldn’t decide,
It’s the last piece of us I haven’t tried to hide.
Now it sits in the corner, a relic of then,
A reminder of how we’ll never be again.

 
They say love’s a fire,
They say love’s a fire,
but ours burned too fast,
Leaving ashes and questions
Leaving ashes and questions
 that will (always last.)
always last.(always last.)


We’re falling together, but not the same,
Two hearts unraveling in a fragile flame.
We’re falling together, but not in sync,
Just two lost souls on the edge of the brink.....edge of the brink
(edge ...of the brink.)
 
Just two lost souls on the edge of the brink.....edge of the brink
(edge.... of the brink.)
...edge.... of the brink

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Edge Of The Brink by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

In the shadows of Apache Junction, at the foot of the majestic Superstition Mountains, sits a weathered hacienda. This desert oasis is home to an enigmatic figure, a songwriter whose journey reads like a long, dusty road of honky-tonk bars and college cafeterias. He wasn't chasing fame or glitter; instead, he chose the soul-crushing beauty of music for music's sake.

Years spent hunched over sticky barroom tables and scribbling lyrics on napkins earned him a reputation—not in the spotlight but in the back rooms where deals are made. He wrote melodies that found their way into the hearts of stars who had lost their own muse. He sold his creations for cash, with no recognition, but the whisper of his songs carried the weight of his soul.

Finally, he bought this piece of desert paradise—a stable income from his timeless songs allowed him to live comfortably, if anonymously. Here in this hacienda, with his family beside him and the mountains as his backdrop, he found the peace to write hits under his own name. He chuckled at the irony that now, without chasing fame, he could create music that brought him joy.

In the end, it was never about the spotlight. It was about the journey, the stories, and the songs that wrote themselves through his life. As the sun set behind the Superstitions, casting long shadows over the hacienda, he strummed his guitar and sang—content, unknown, and unburdened by the world's gaze.


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I may be dead when fame comes but my real glory was always JULIE & The Kids. Thank you for such love

Edge Of The Brink by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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