Collapsing was much softer. Still falling always hurt. Only after sensing love. For always ever burned. . Justified my folly. My affluent disguise. Removed revealing nothing.
Is life in vain?. Are we ghosts rattling chains?. When we get what we want. Are the problems still the same?. . 'Cause my hands can't heal. While I'm holding on so tight.
For those under the clouds. Staring up in awesome wonder. As tears come slowly down. I'm reaching up a needful hand. . And You are my eyes when I cannot see.