JBM
On Fire On A Tightrope
If you find your wayAnd get on your feetOne sunny day come walk with meIn lonely daysOn fire on a tightropeIn dead ends I found a homeOne new day off a crowded streetAbove the rain began to freezeAnd I watched your faceAlive in the first snowIn your eyes the light of homeIn the morning tideIn a role that I had filed long awayI resolved in the deepsIn the hope to find a wayDid I become inane
From Letras Mania