Wire Walker
The spectators just love to see me walk the wire.
My boss keeps raising the tight cord higher.
Does anyone believe I have a sense of fear?
So many things can go wrong up here.
When I’m out in the middle, I can stand on my head.
Make the wrong move, I can fall and be dead.
There’s no doubt some folks are waiting to see me fall.
That will be my fate when the Lord gives me the call.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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