So this is how my life would be,
On this narrow line I tread.
With little room for me to waver;
With little room for me, I dread.
For to falter can be deadly.
For to fall can be your last.
From this life so narrow, so steady
into the chasm vast.
On this narrow line I tread.
With little room for me to waver;
With little room for me, I dread.
For to falter can be deadly.
For to fall can be your last.
From this life so narrow, so steady
into the chasm vast.
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