Dangling From a String
My life hangs on a string,
Spinning and spinning,
And never seeming to stop,
The only time it shall is when it’ll drop,
And that will only happen with the scissors are brought out,
When they cut the string and my life falls down,
To a crashing stop I plead for life,
I cry for the life I never loved,
But when my life hangs on a string,
You see how important life can be.
Copyright © Rae Stegall | Year Posted 2007
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