Rocks

I'm fall- -ing down again. The rocks down here are now my friends. Maybe I'll Just play pretend. With my new friends- my old friends never did help me mend the ends of my sleeves with my heart strings unraveling travelling to the floor with the rocks all around them Hey look, there i am, now they're right here beside me again. So much loose string and there's so many things I could sew but I've never liked needles- the point on my skin is too cold. So here I am again. Looking up at the sky with my old friends above me gliding on white wings and floating they look happy, singing out, crying, calling to each other, and sounding so sweetly the songbirds of summer they fly- ................................................ ................................................ I wish I could sing with them. Rocks tied to rocks so I'm all out of string now, I don't need to sing I've got new ways to show how falling down has helped me find just who I am, how it helped me find songs when things don't go as planned. heart strings tied taut each new friend has a note, plucking knots to get tunes that I don't know the names of. Singing out for me they sound better than heaven, notes that I don't think even angels could fathom. Yes, I fell down again. And I think that I'll stay... Oh yes, I'm laying down again. Why would I get up when gold sinks to the bottom Standing only grants better vantage of Sodom. So leave me here please, just keep flying above me, I'm playing with new friends their songs keep me happy.