Tightrope
You learnt to tread
the thread of life,
for you knew
if you leaned too much
towards either side
the gravity would swallow you whole.
There is no room
to veer off course
the pull is just too strong
And you gotta watch out
for any winds that might
make you teeter into remorse.
My dear, I want you to heave a sigh,
and to know that it's gonna be alright.
With your hand entangled in mine,
we're gonna walk this tightrope just fine.
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