Everyday as I walk down the street,
I see a boy walking on a thin rope
He is ***** and very skinny
His clothes are wrinkled
His hair is scruffy
But I could see so much in him
The people watch
As the tightrope walker walks
Yet I stare amorously
Trying to figure out his story
I am in love with the tightrope walker
And one day,
I will walk the rope
With him...
And I will tell him
What my heart is telling me
Because past that tightrope walker,
Is a boy I once knew