Walking in Tightrope Fashion

I never danced among the lights
The broken cadence and pulse
I never stood on ends or cliffs or rooves
Never tasted the edge of day

I never called too noisily
When they rode laughter like a wave
Away from an empty table
That I never left

I never found lips to meet mine
13 and squeezed into the corner
And pants that were too small
Reading pretty words

I counted withdrawn stars
Walking home in tightrope fashion
Stringing librettos like beads
To make me beautiful