The roof is not high enough

what happens when I'm on the roof.

Nope the building is not high enough;
not like those in my country..
Yet I'm still drawn to it when no one is looking.
It is breath taking when i sit at the edge
and watch people and life move before my eyes;
and i am the one who then becomes like a stalker..
who sits in the corner of the roof top
and smiles on till the sun goes down.
Once at the peak, sitting or standing..
i become numb to everything
and just hear the excitement pumping with fear
of falling
yet i still dare myself to take the risk
and stand at the edge with tears in my heart
and ask why can't i do it?
I'm just passing through this life and my job...
yet God always reminds me
"I'm not through with you yet!"