Fallen
In a world that is spinning round
Dizziness overwhelms me and I fall to the ground.
The people of my past are passing by
Watching me with a smile as there I lie.
No one reaches to take my hand.
No one tries to help me stand.
And then a soul out of this group
Comes walking over and begins to stoop.
And instead of just giving me a his hands
He takes me in his arms and stands.
He carries me for the rest of the way
Through this world of confusion and dismay.
And with this new love that I have found
I will never again hit the ground.
Wrote: November 21, 1998
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