Until the Fall

Again and again I'd say to you
Did you think it to be true 
This place wasn't built for you
I've seen these fields burn too
Seven times this valleys view
You have to try and fly again
High in the sky like the sun
Girl don't blind my eyes 
Shade them a new blue 
Let's take any wild chance
One more dance if you please
Turn this 180 degrees
I will always come back for you
Down this river green and blue
Know this to be true I will my friend 
Fight this fight with you till it's end
Do it all again and again
From the end or from begin
Look not at the fall of weeds
These summer time schemes
They only reap false dreams
We can climb to the sky lets do this
Like the trees do and stand tall
Make a tale further than the fall
What a life I see ahead of this summer breeze
By you sitting beside me
Just two in a sea of leaves
Until our fall if you please lets be like the trees
Share another dance one last chance 
Forever to you this is my plea
Soak up the bright and then black clouds can come at night
Just smile and know its going to be alright
This kind of real will steal time to heal
Just kneel I am there with you 
Again and again I'd said this to you
 


Please remember suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Love endures all. No one is ever truly alone. If no one hears you yell louder pain isn't shame
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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De Beaulieu Avatar
February 17, 2019 at 1:40 PM
Hello Chris Hyatt, to me this poem reads as someone consoling some one in pain when a love has gone wrong. i see someone telling someone the pain won't last. have a nice day my friend.
Hyatt Avatar
March 7, 2019 at 6:03 PM
A very viewable point. I think it meant don't think I will ever give up on fighting for ypu. She loved a troubled soul so selfish he left only shattered remains at 14. My daughter will never be the same. But what kinda life would that be if she stayed the same. Just life I guess just a big ol wave. Thanks for reading sorry for delay. Hate to say the wrong thing
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