Tightwire

When you asked the Gods for Life it was I who gave you mine And when you wanted Rainbows I went colorblind. So when you finally asked for Blood I gladly sliced my veins then when you asked for Freedom it was I who wore the chains. When you asked me for a Light I set myself on fire And when you wanted Balance I trode the high tightwire. When you needed Food to eat I starved and went without And when you were a bit Unsure I banished all your doubts. When you moaned and cried for Death each time, I died for you And when you balked and held your Breath it was I whose lips turned blue. When I gave you Everything you always wanted more On every Opportunity you simply slammed the door. ©Danielle White