To fall with grace


You said I was like a feather

I felt more like a gyroscope

You said the wind will blow me

And so I climbed back on the rope

Now I'm feeling like a woman on a high wire

One slip and it's a long way down

Turn my world around I want to hear

the sound of my parachute opening

As I'm floating 

Towards the ground.



 

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