Between the falling balance
Sweet ebony and dark gold
I walk the sharp lined path
Not doing what I was told
In every single wrong step
When feet do hear the call
I'm banished in wind's eye
And my image starts to fall
It melts into deep darkness
I'd stare but loose my view
New chances until it's over
But no clues on what to do
It's when I feel benighted
That my truth is marooned
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