No one can know how ardently she tries,
To keep the pace…dancing on a line,
Just one false move would be her grim demise.
Her heart does sing, with ragged broken cries…
Such grace in pain…will she keep the time?
No one does know how ardently she tries.
She calls the tune and into it she flies,
Fervent, hopeful, carefully she climbs…
Just one false move would be her grim demise.
Onward upward, then down again she slides…
Rhythm movement…ruthlessly entwined,
No one can know, how ardently she tries.
Cliffside dancing, beneath chaotic skies,
Labored breathing, higher still she winds,
Just one false move would be her grim demise.
Languid halting, earnest pleading eyes,
Falling reeling, will she realize?
No one can know how ardently she tries,
Just one false move would be her grim demise.