The width of the path between failure and success
Equals the span of love and hate
It's the strand of a hair thin and frail
Or the silken home of a spider
One step makes us great
A different changes fate
Tiptoeing the tight rope below each inch
Seeking balance in its wake
Fear not should you fall
I'll catch and cradle your form
To dust off your shoulders
And placed back on the razor's edge again
