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.
Copyright © Hannah Myers | Year Posted 2014
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