Tightrope Silence
Brandon Peterson
Have I met the men and women who will watch me die?
Will I be proud of my life?
Will my children arrive before I go
Or will I never know that love?
Not a birthright, no, not sentimental
It's something rising up
I judged a book by its cover
Though I know it's not right to do
Judged a God by its followers
With their sins and soft hearts to boot
On a tightrope between two lives
And it's swaying from side to side
Was I too stubborn? Plainly human
Alone in my ways
Was I your comfort or your burden?
A cretin, your sparrow or your sage?
Now I know, the one we know the least
Stares back from faded puddle light
Reflections from the deep
Unsuspecting, unfamiliar, unadjusted, off-kilter
And all that's left is silence
It's all that's left
