Standing on top of a pillar
Trying not to take a step
You've never stood in any other place
You didn't even climb to get here
The breath it takes to speak will knock you off
All you ever think of is the drop
There are many places you could land
If you blink or twitch you know you'll fall
It hits you - you're nothing but a slave
No more than a Tussaud waxen figure
The view alone could send you reeling
You've learned the balance of the blind
You don't ask God to help you down
You don't know how far he will send you
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