We Walk the Line
We walk the line, both soft and bold, With hearts too young, and dreams too old. We dare the night, we greet the dawn, With voices raised and eyes withdrawn. We stand apart, yet stand so near, Chasing the thrill, ignoring fear. With every step, a world unfolds, A story told, though never bold. We laugh at rules and break them still, Chasing the wind, we bend at will. A swing of the wrist, a glance, a grin, We play the game, but never win. We know the streets, the alleyways, The songs of life, the endless maze. With eyes too wide and hands too small, We rise, we fall, we stand, we crawl. We dream of places far away, Of brighter lights, of skies of gray. We think we know, yet still we seek, The truth within the lies we speak. We steal a glance, we steal a kiss, We find a love, but something’s missed. We chase the night, we beg the day, But always find we're led astray. We speak in rhymes and cryptic tones, A language lost, yet always known. We twist the wo...