"a Final Walk"
Climbing ladders to the top...
Edging foward where to stop..
Mysteries that leave a glow..
An angels wings not for show..
Staircases that lead to a bell..
A strangers voice its hard to tell..
Tightrope from one landing to another..
Soft steps still heard as we cross by others..
A little warmer as we pass the by the door..
Faint voices heard, but we can't ignore...
The heat is swallowing our breath as we start to swell..
Not so sure anymore, but it feels like the gates of hell..
An angels voice pulls us back, a cool air fills this attack..
Back to reality as the alarm clock rings, a fresh thought in my
mind that I heard the devil sing...
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