Walking The Tightrope

Walking the tightrope trying to figure where I belong 
Trying to balance all things past and present 

It does scare the hell out of me 
From this wire up so high 

Should I walk across? 
Do I need to look for a sign?

Sometimes pleasing everyone 
Leaves little time for you and I 

Holding the pole in my hands 
Balancing life is one of God’s great plans 

Still I feel the stress of the world From every angle 
Across the way I see a familiar face 

Beckoning me to the other side of this perilous flight 
Walking steady I let loose of my fear 

As I near the other side 
I am grateful to God to be very much alive 

Sometimes difficult situations arise 
We must also understand that the passion we had still burns down deep inside 

It will fade in time 
Until you figure out the way to cross that great divide