Face pressed against the window
Watching the girl on the wire.
She dances and twirls
She leaps and swings.
Always keeping up with every turn I take.
Even as the years pass,
I always notice the girl on the wire
Moving in rhythm to every song in my heart.
But soon my mind is so focused on the past,
I no longer see her.
Even as she falls.
And soon I too,
Become a girl on the wire.