Falling

Falling down, down, down, Hopes and dreams are like leaves of a tree And they crash into the ground And no one says a thing Because the impact won’t make a sound It’s the society that we live in The world that we’ve chose Where things that are silent Are pushed to the side And cleared out for the ones On a smooth and calm ride What we need to do What we should be doing Is picking those “leaves” up off of the ground And building a new tree Give them a way, Give them the chance, To start a new life And learn how to dance Catch them before they crash, And comfort them to health This is the start Of a forest of wealth Where the leaves And the hopes and dreams Are working together Walk through that forest And you’ll step on clean, Green Grass. Not a leaf in sight Will alter your path And should one begin to droop, It will be held up by the rest.