Standing on the edge of greatness
No more work for idle hands
Not even a dance for the ones whose youth is showing
And it's alright for it to be
On the wall a man
Split, bound, looking upon us
The radiant sun of face
A black back holds back
The dark, messy mass
Takes the beating
Whilst in this limbo, yet,
No revenge on the edge of greatness
Though all is wrong
He is beautiful
And still fond of you
Pushing relentlessly
For the favored thing
The very best scene
Shove just a little bit more
Oh
And the wailing on the wall
About the Creator
Steph Gilliard
The words I pen and the music I create, are the only places I feel truly connected in this world, and they save my life every single day. They are real, raw, unforgiving, and all me. This is how I deal with the world around me.
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