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Backstory:

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I wrote this song when gathering ideas for children picture books. In second grade we had a pretend circus. I was pick for the tight rope and I pretended on the balance beam. I wanted to be the circus ring leader but I was chose the tightrope. It's also the music business. Everyone don't know its hard to pitch one song. It's so competitive, you never know how many people just want to pitch a song. We think of the artist but now freelance artists are able to displace their music but a songwriter and not performer still has this problem. Someone has to pick your song. It's becoming a demand to be the artist or just give up the dream.  So I got walking in air. The feel of walking on broken class metaphor of how dangerous it is . As walking on glass is like walking on coals heated with fire. A person walking on a tight rope is very dangerous as thou not cracking an eggshells with your foot. You will get cut like glass, harm your body like fire burning if you fall to your death.                                                                                                        

Lyrics:

                                                  


Verse:
This relationship is a circus
I try to keep my balance
This girl act this girl act
I'm acrobat trying to be the best
A ballerina on her toes
I get so weak on this wire
That I can't see
I might not vision all the time in front of me

Chorus:
I could miss and fall
I wish you was here
It feels like I'm walking on air
Sometime I feel like I'm on broken glass


Verse
I can share this umbrella
Somehow you keep slacking
Did you forget we on this tightrope together
I get no praise with all the shame
How can we last forever
Maybe I'm making you a man you will never be
You get so anxious
I got be strong to perform
You might not see
All the time in front of me

Chorus:
I could miss and fall
I wish you was here
It feels like I'm walking on air
Sometime I feel like I'm on broken glass
It feels like I'm on a tightrope with you

Bridge
You make it hard to give up
All though I threw in the towel
I don't want to swing from this rope
My heart refuse to let go


Chorus:
I could miss and fall
I wish you was here
It feels like I'm walking on air
Sometime I feel like I'm on broken glass
It feels like I'm on a tightrope with you