The clouds above and the ground down
Between the two is me a clown.
And behind me is the entire town.
I stand there and wonder
What if its all a blunder?
I want to go down with the thunder
Thunder – one strike and gone
For others, their lives will move on
Only if my will was strong
Maybe it’s a good thing
Only if someone could sing
I’d feel like a king.
Only thing left to do
Who cares, afterall whose who
Everyones everything but true.
It seems as if it’s a call
And there is no one at all
To see me take this leap or fall.
Whatever. I cannot help to care.
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