Lyrical Musings an emotional journey via train of thought

Fall

Fall

The first time I looked
I saw a soul no different
From my own
A saw a loving hand willing
To pull me up when
I had fallen
I blinked, too quickly
And the soul I saw
Was cold and grey
Lonely, but again
Not unlike my own
Desperate, but asking
For no help
And now I see a hand
Reaching for my own
Begging me to help
Like I had been
Helped before
It wasn’t so long ago
That I saw a soul
No different than my own
A loving hand willing to
Pull me up if I should fall

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