Tightrope of Life
Written By: Randy Zaborowski Product of Z Productions 03/01/2011
This tightrope of life!;
Balancing between…Wrong and right.
You’ve been there before outside locked doors.
Whose words are twisting the knife?
Bet your losing sleep for half of the night.
It's confusing sometimes;
When being WRONGE feels sooo Right!
While the tightrope sways, many times, every day.
Some stop and just pray;
While others move on their way…
Don't look down.
It's starting to fray.
Love is the strands.
Don't let them break away.
The one's that… Love you,
Are the ones that support you!
Like the time you fell and the time they caught you.
Dusted you off and brought you back to this rope,
Twisted strands love, give your next step HOPE.
A glimmer in darkness,
Let's spark this fire.
The hardest way to start this is a burning desire.
Keeping it real!
Nobody likes a lyre!
Bonfire this bitch,
Come on! Take it higher.
A beacon of light, for the whole World to see;
Shining so brightly it might be the key.
That opens our hearts inside of you me.
It's the tightrope of life.
Live love and...
I remember you,
When we crossed paths,
You looked blue and so sad
So I made you laugh.
Shared a smile for a while brought you back to this rope;
Open your eyes to your disguise that hides the pain, and the hope.
The real you came alive and it started to show.
Bet it felt good inside cause your soul began to glow.
It’s a long drive to cry so don’t cha cry no more.
On this tightrope we survive, a little stronger we grow.
That was her, this is him, I met ounce at his end.
Shared our lives over beers, I considered him a friend.
Never figured he’d be gone when I went back again.
His picture on the bar, Said! With our love we send.
We all want to be stars, so baby let it shine.
Cause you got your dreams and I got mine.
On this Tightrope of life where good and evil combine.
When things get rough don’t give up
Love in the end you’ll be fine.
So don't ya, don't ya...
Don't ya, slip;
Off, this tightrope of life, of relationships.
Get a good grip, and hold on tight;
Cause when we're leaning in the wrong, it’s hard as hell, to get back, to right.
The deeper the hole ya dig, the tougher the climb.
The Grim Reaper’s on this tightrope, creeping up from behind.
Stop taken from the givers and deliver some love.
Cold hearts are known to shiver icy veins that just shove.
It’s a Defense mechanism.
To a deeper rooted problem.
Makes sense how I spit-em, hit-em, devour, and solve em.
We’ve all walked through hell. I’m just shedding some light.
Because it’s confusing sometimes when being wrong feels so right.
It’s the Tightrope of life made up of you and me.
It’s the Tightrope of life
Live love and be free.