Musings of a tightrope walker...

Then

When I sit and I sigh

And the silence shouts,

When I look inside

And I don’t find my heart,

Then I need to see myself walking the tightrope...

When the shadows dance

And the stones cry,

When I look inside

And I don’t find my heart,

Then I need to see myself walking the tightrope...

My tightrope up high

My tightrope up high...

Is the place where I sit when I cry 

Where I hug clouds and pick stars,

Where I can breathe when I sigh,

Where I can walk between times,

Where I am dead but I’m alive.

My tightrope up high...

Is the place where my dream boats land,

Where I got lost and got found,

Where the secrets pass by,

Where our shadows are dancing,

Where my angels are talking to your angels.

My tightrope up high...

Is the place where messengers pick up my prayers,

Where I can see with three eyes,

Where I hear trough my skin,

Where the beginning is holding hands with the end.