Like a tight-rope performer
I walk this line...

Silvery shards rest silently
Broken and beaten on the ground...

Shackles of dusk grasp me
Twilight consumes my every move...

You see him as just another body
Your indifference is cold at times...

Born and raised
On these fields so fresh...

The waterfall is nice and refreshing
The waterfall is calm and soothing...