Found my Balance between the lines.
Thats where i learned to read the harsher messages.
Holding my heart together with paper thin lashings. 
The reaper keeping track of my borrowed time.
Happiness comes and goes, like the lows have gotten the best of us.
How much of my soul would i have to give for a second chance at this?
How much of my soul will be left when i’m done and there’s no one left to tend to it?
Meet me where the sun sets and where God offers alternative passages.
I’ll carry your load like boeing wings and you the Phil Stringer of passengers.
My balance was off until i got this off my chest again.
I know i have a lot to learn. 
Maybe one shot to get it right. 
Come hold my spirit and i’ll protect you tonight.