Training Ground

 

The elephants walked along in line,

 tail to trunk to tail

when far away there came a call...

 a distant moaning wail.

The clowns and jugglers ran ahead

to see what was the matter

and found the flyer hanging there,

 his courage weak and shattered.

He was working without a net

with the ground too far below

and his expertise was lacking

with this newly forming show.

Sometimes our lives are like that...

 a circus training ground,

and we find ourselves afraid to move,

on our lips that wailing sound.

When we are working without a net

with the ground too far below

then it’s God who catches when we fall

 and then says “On with the show!”

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[TLK]

and we find ourselves afraid to move,
on our lips that wailing sound.

I understand the necessity of ensuring that 'sound' is the last word of that sentence, but due to its placement the sentence does not read correctly to me.