This is how we all will learn to fall,
Spreading our wings as we make the call.
The drop just a little longer than we thought,
Never again will we be able to recall what we’ve been taught.
Oh I’ve been crying for reason,
Amidst the burning of the season.
But it would seem that the reason has left me for dead.
Mary herself still crouching, still praying for my head.
I told her I was going far away.
Falling amidst the stars like clay,
clay that has been dropped from a skyscraper so high,
to eventually splatter on the ground without a cry.
It seems I’ve been deserted once again.
No rest for anyone but dead men.
Like trying to bludgeon through a winter storm,
I must face a dread that reaches beyond the norm.
Hey Mary can you still hear my thought?
I’ve never forgot
What falling can do to trust;
Always trying to unite us
