You call them cool.
Those hearts that have no stars,
To show.
The ones that never do let go.
And risk the tables being turned.
You call them fools,
Who have to dance within the flames.
Who chance the sorrow and the shame.
That always comes getting burned.
But you got to be tough,
When consumed by desire.
Cause' it's not enough just to stand outside the fire.
You call them strong,
Those who can face this world alone.
Who seem to get by on their own.
Those who will never take the fall.
You call them weak,
Who are unable to resist,
The slightest chance that might exist.
And for that,
Forsake it all.
They're so hell-bent on giving,
Walking a wire.......

*Great song