Stand to Fall.

We live to rise up like a tide,
A wave, A bird, A flawless flight,

And we end up on the same ground,

The higher we fly,
The worse the fall,

like droplets from the skies,
while finding a meaning to our lives,
We run around catching time,
We fall, We lose, We win, We choose,
Get hurt and bleed,
And walk around with sore feet,
And we rise again to hold it all,
to fall again, be where we belong,
To the earth we rose up from,
like grains of sand,
we return back,
To stand again, to fall again.


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