I walk the tightrope of not knowing, never sure of where I’m going

Guided by a quiet place, that transcends this time and space

I walk it without hesitation, so that future generations

Can look back at us and see, the beauty of humanity

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Sometimes it can be quite hard, I see others have been scarred

I feel I’m leaning left, I feel I’m leaning right – to keep my balance I must fight

But fight I will for I believe, the impossible can be achieved

I choose, to refuse, to give up hope.

And so I walk the tightrope… of not knowing