Rise and Fall

It’s not a question of hysteria,

Nor the blindness of a man,

It’s the thought of who you reckon with,

That makes you understand that,

Life is so much bigger than,

The pebbles on the ground.

And that the ones you throw across the river,

Are the ones that you are bound.

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So with aching feet,

We walk across,

This desert that is taken in up,

In rain,

And as we stop to feel the drops,

We are together,

Together, and the same.

. .. ... .... ... .. .

Invited now we share the paths,

Each of us has crossed.

Rendering and reckoning,

That everyone has lost.

And at that moment,

We are one,

As we stop to feel the pain,

Of every crippled stare,

And blank face,

That we walk past in shame.

. .. ... .... ... .. .

So with aching feet, we walk across,

This valley that has taken in up,

In rain,

And as we stop to feel the drops,

We are together and the same.

. .. ... .... ... .. .

We all wished to see a passed life,

Of a youth, well-spent, gone by.

And the rivers that your stones were cast unto,

Were bound to someday dry.

So as we stop to ask the question,

"Why do we crawl?",

When we could all be standing.

With each other,

Through every rise and fall.