Feeling faithless from the fall,
Looking lonely lost, and hopeless,
Hanging on by what seems like just tiny thread.
Clinging closely on the cusp,
Slipping seems my sole solution,
But looking up I see I'm clutching to your chain.
I let go,
And the fear I felt forgot me.
I let go,
And the metal chain cuts me.
I looked down,
And saw my feet on solid flooring,
And now I'm glad I'm not a link upon your scam.
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