Many have walked the wire,
Never knowing if they would return.
At battle with themselves,
Looking for the blame.
I have seen sad of truth,
Where is the happiness.
No youth, no spring step,
No courage coming forth.
Now we see people stepping away,
No hands is it they hold,
How can we ever repair, if we don't fold,
Even a little will do,
Just to know, that yes we care.
We are not so bold, as to think we can not share,
So path this path with gentle ease and feel our friendly breeze.
No matter how old the history of life it is,
Only take this with please.
