Fine Line of Life

There’s a place I know where the grasses grow
It lies deep within my mind
Nobody knows what it looks like
They don’t know what to find
I’m the only one who goes there
The flowers and I alike
As they reach up to the skyline
I get on my tattered bike
There’s a place I ride beyond the shore
Where the sun and moon say hello
I stand on the cliff and feel the wind
Then jump into the water below
I’ve been here before
This place isn’t new
I travel here every night
Just close my eyes and slip away
I’m taking a new flight
There’s a place only I know
It’s for me to share or hide
Don’t worry if I stay here
Everything’s going to be fine
I live in the fine line of life
A place between Heaven and Earth
Praying an angel will find me
And give me a new birth