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Help, I`m stuck on a tight rope,                             
along with my youth and missions                         
I can`t see that far, but I sense the pit                   
Cries come from this pit, wails leading
Bounces from other bands rippling to be heard
Help, they are trying to reach me    

I`m stuck feeling alone up here                                                                   
Missing to the naked eye, but not duty                                                     
I`m like a fax machine, I`ll stand by                                                             
I`ll wait for the next command, then beep when I can                           
Through these power cords and extensive calls, I feel disconnected  
I can`t dial my way out, so I need someone to pick up                           
...I need to be on this old dusty rope reaching out                                 

I wish I knew what the others go through at times,                
tapping arches and pillars out of ageless thoughts                 
They often fall without a sound besides the howling wind,  
and I support them with my one string circus net                   
It might not make in time, but it jolts them                              
It makes them feel well enough to start anew                         
But they lack support, and I lack tacks to attack that             

I listen to the crowd cheering across the dark lights  
I hum to this beck and call, but only move lightly       
Shuffling back and forth on webs weaved one way   
Forced to find a fresh line one step at a time              

I fasten my cables to surge protectors to avoid stress,              
but I know things get heavier to lift with age                              
Heavier than the burden of feeling my soul,                               
but that`s in the trash, along with past resorts                           
First tries gone wrong, patched up digits hurting friends         
All of it, now being tied for while others struggle to balance  

If every move feels like a mistake, try again                        
With shackles strong enough to bend bars and zip lines  
Electricity isn`t comatose, but restless to us                       
Because even when I see myself at the bottom,                
I`m not alone looking up                                                         

So if you can help, I`ll still be clinching                                 
Roped over the rope, skipping the act                                 
Listening to those mutual peaks hugging despair              
Leaning on fright, beating from pain just trying to cross  
When you try to help, I won`t talk much                             
I`ll just reach for my structures, so stay on the line           
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