I have fallen.
My hands are stained with the scent of autumn,
and my thoughts are stained with blue.
I watch time run and pass me by
As I sit there thinking of You.
the world is gone.
The path to the future seems so long,
and filled with trees
with shadows that stare and sing to me
as I walk on and on.
The ground is cold
and wet with snow
that curls up my legs.
"You don't know."
My hands watch and my feet sleep.
The light, the light is buried deep
within the fog, the night
the future keeps.
Rain ribbons tied to my hands
watch me when I try to move.
You plucked the words from a cloud for me.
Now, in the middle of the storm, I see:
Here on the ground
I shall drink the rain
And I shall stand taller by falling
Than I have ever stood before.
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