Waiting to fall (poetic ' drip of fate' version)

On the wire that imprisons us all

A final drip waits to fall

A drip of love, now that's lost

A drip of fate, as we pay the cost

Of the price of our dreams

As the rain, like tears, down it streams

 

Down from the infinite, illusionary skies

Down from our broken, empty eyes

Filling the prison in which stand

Soaking with blood , freedoms, now cold land

As we catch the tears that fall

In this life, that imprisons us all

Done