Super Human

An incredible journey, a delightful insight, Performing under the big top, Flying through air, on a wing and a prayer, Hanging just like a plumb bob, And the tent is in black, all lights are on you, Dressed in your leather costume, Every eye in the house cradles your frame, Hoping you don’t fall to your doom, But you manage to fly, with invisible truth, You manage to belong in the air, Growing your wings where wings shouldn’t be, Holding hands with someone upstairs, And the crowd, well they don’t believe what they saw, The crowd you know you’ve deceived, Because the applause is enormous, bigger than big, For you, on the Flying Trapeze.