A wire, a wire, we are on a wire,Impossibly crossing; so to inspire,So to defy, we are quite insane.The weather’s uncertain and, yes, it might rain.
Our leaders are plotting to grab us real soon,Imprisoning, hitting us, making us swoon.We can’t afford food, our money’s all spent,On tricky equipment, mid-air it’s been sent.
We’re so near to break-down, the atmosphere’s torn,With air ever cloudy and water forlorn.We’ve psyched ourselves so that our reason is gone,Terror and beauty greet us at dawn.
Our people amazed, as the tech cameras whir,Our mental capacity is just a blur,As terrified humans are ready to die.We’re on a wire. I think I might cry.
Yet, someone in Paradise sees that we dangle,And that if we fail, our race will just mangle,Somehow we pull it off and learn to fly,So that not even one Heavenly eyeball is dry.