The Drop


Hurt consumes, burns like a fire,
Choking out good's desire.
It burns so bad, it will never relent,
As our hopes and dreams begin to rent.
So why does hope slowly die.
Our dreams won't let us reach the sky.
We should just stop and just hold on,
But even still, life goes on.
It hurts forever, it just won't stop.
Prepare yourselves for the final drop,
Falling forever, below the sky,
Asking and crying, "Why can't I fly?"

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