Rooftop

If I found the roof of the world, would you sit with me on the ledge?

If I sat looking at the lights of the world, swinging my legs over that edge;

Brimming with happiness, grinning at the world from that high up

Would you understand with a smile; would you even show up?

Say I did find the roof of the world, and I stood there

Hands outstretched, eyes closed, wind whipping my hair;

Say I stood smiling at the million beating hearts beneath

Would you feel the magic, forget all else and stand with me?

Perhaps you couldn’t possibly understand, perhaps it isn’t who you are

Perhaps you and I are notes from different strings on the Maker’s guitar.

Perhaps you find your peace elsewhere, in someone or something

That’s why to you I seem crazy when I say this rooftop makes my heart sing.