Nov 2016
Dancing on a thin line trying to have a good time,
Swaying and weighing, taken my chances.
Hoping and praying won’t safe me from defeat,
To the plummeting death that is waiting on my every single breath,
Its waiting patiently, ready for me to fall into the hole of my own demise.
Its listening in on my every though, my memories are flashing by.
I am hoping for a better time,
My hope for another sweet rhythm to save me from this cold hand that is touching me,
Trying to pull me down into the pit of darkness,
With all of my monsters that used to live under my bed,
But are now alive.
This hope won’t save me; I need someone to save me,
But there is no one on this tight rope of death with me,
Well as far as my eye can see.
Swaying and weighing, taken my chances.
Hoping and praying won’t safe me from defeat,
To the plummeting death that is waiting on my every single breath,
Its waiting patiently, ready for me to fall into the hole of my own demise.
Its listening in on my every though, my memories are flashing by.
I am hoping for a better time,
My hope for another sweet rhythm to save me from this cold hand that is touching me,
Trying to pull me down into the pit of darkness,
With all of my monsters that used to live under my bed,
But are now alive.
This hope won’t save me; I need someone to save me,
But there is no one on this tight rope of death with me,
Well as far as my eye can see.
We all are fighting against challenges, that sometimes become to much for us and when we are dancing upon that tight rope made up of fear. But what we can't see is that there are many upon the rope along side us and are fighting the same fight, and we all can win if we reach out for help and help one another out.
