my tightrope stretches far but thin
no sign of where it ends or begins
a constant battle, a continuous game
of beauty, hope, misery and pain
like a death defying circus act
crying clowns and terrified acrobats
lines of cowardly lions and faceless mimes
the feeling of terror in these tragic times
a fog of depression fills the air
choking out the happiness and care
molding people into hard, empty shells
drying the water of hope from precious wells
crushing the dreams of the young
crumbling walls that were once strong
bodies walking with weak insides
a cruel disease destroying the mind
but a sparkles so small
is there through it all
a dot so tiny it is often missed
a light of hope for the hopeless
put it in your pocket and walk right along
so when darkness gets darker and you're not feeling strong
take it out and watch it shine
let it fill the spaces in your mind
light a path and leave it all
walk away from what made you fall
a new beginning is coming near
the lesson learned will soon be clear
maybe you will forgive and forget
this part of the story is not written yet
the curse of loneliness is no longer there
a feeling of joy is in the air
but now you have to take this pain
and add it to your story chain
use the broken strings to tie a knot
as a reminder of this war you fought
strengthen the rope you walk on
to show that you are truly strong
you will be kicked down time after time
just remember this is an uphill climb
arm yourself and be ready to fight
because you are a soldier in the battle of life
