Put together through insanity,
It's the only point of clarity.
Everywhere else the world seems so dim.
Seeing through someone else's eyes,
Forced back into so many lives,
My last reality is now very thin.
This isn't where I want to be,
At this, the only place I really see,
Here so high above everyone.
My vision is now slightly clearing,
And this hell has just begun its searing,
Recalling everything I've done.
As I stand here, up so high,
I realize that I am alive.
Why did they have to have me?
I must let my emotion deaden,
Make my feet become less leaden,
Even though this is the only point of clarity.