By LJK
Falling from Grace
Determined to face
A world on my own
Oh my, how I've grown
There were no soft landings
From whence I came
I only had standings
In an impossible game
But one day, one man with a soul so true
He had bright eyes that were bluer than blue
Paved a way, and made me see
A possible soft-landing waiting for me
At once and once again I came
Crashing down like the summer rain
And there, where my body met mountains of shame
He gave me that landing without any blame
It was indeed a soft landing, a figure of speech
He was here with me, within my own reach
We met on a day, a simple "hello"
"Goodbye", nice to meet you, but now I must go
And to this day I hold on dear
To that soft landing, intense and so clear
And when I arose from falling down hard
He gave me his hand, and gave me his heart
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