a buildings teardrop

We are what we are!
 Hanging in the sky like self made stars.
 Fearless to dangle in ur eyes.
 On the other side of the glasses surprise.
 Letting in life one stroke at a time.
 We are the ones, out of our minds.
 At one with the thrill on display.
 In our own world, the so called brave.
 From the top of mans designs.
 We ride the ropes to let in the light.
 Misfits that don't fit in anywhere else.
 Leaping away, every edge is felt.
 Free we are distant brothers.
 As one in many different colors.
 Claiming skylines from city to city.
 Touching man kinds break of insanity.
 With chuckles that giggle, stuck to our ribs.
 Swinging about n accepting what life has to give.
 The selected few with guts that never heel.
 A buildings teardrop knowing life is real.
 We are a unit, a family watching one an others back.
 Equivalent to a circus act well intact.
 With sight of an eagle to survive each day.
 As our instincts are sharper then the wild catching it's prey.
 A rare breed of individuals that descend from up above.
 In love with the feel of the rush.
 Our step is different than that of ur own.
 It's a ledge into the unknown.
 Where we face our fears n dare our death.
 It's how we breathe til our last breath.
 Like a monkey in a civilized zoo.
 Attached to a concrete jungle as we hear the woos.
 Topside looking down on our hometowns.
 We grind as ur hearts pound.
 Shoulder to shoulder, side by side.
 We are the rare n unbreakable type.
 No height will ever drain our pockets.
 No limit in any horizon is beyond our eye sockets.
 We'd trade or life for one another.
 In a bond like no other.
 We are the high rise kings so unique.
 Repelling the walls til we stand upon our feet.
 Capturing what we do with pictures from our phones.
 Wanting nothing more than to make it home...