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Tightrope
I'm walking that tightrope between love and hate fear and faith Greed and generosity Scattered and scared to solid security inside of a safe Getting too high on a drug called hope Reality is raw as I cough and I choke I'm walking that tightrope between darkness and light Calmness and chaos Fight or flight Divine is the day that turns into neverending night Meekness and might Mice and monsters Angels turn into ashes falling into demonic dumpsters I'm walking that tightrope between silence and screams Dead ends and dreams Freedom turns so foul...soon to slavery war and peace...synchronized...all one and the same I'm walking that tightrope between methods and madness Smiles and sadness Toxic are your tears...treasure turns to trash I stumble and I slip...I can't take this trip Fast now I fall...on Christ now I call With the wings of the wind I fly hard from my sin Fear is faith in the devil...now leaving that level I once walked that tightrope with the balance of a beast That tightrope gets thinner as it unravels and unwinds In strong holy hands I rise like the sun and I walk in His peace
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