I'm fall-
           -ing
                 down
again.

The rocks
       down here
                 are now
my friends.

Maybe I'll
            Just
                  play
pretend.

With my new friends- my old friends
never did help me mend
the ends of my sleeves
with my heart strings unraveling
travelling to the floor
with the rocks all around them
Hey look, there i am,
now they're right here beside me
                           again.

So much loose string
and there's so many things I could sew
but I've never liked needles-
the point on my skin is too cold.

So here
             I
               am
again.

Looking up at the sky
with my old friends above me
gliding on white wings
and floating they look happy,
singing out, crying,
calling to each other,
and sounding so sweetly
the songbirds of summer
                          they fly-

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I wish I
          could
                 sing
with them.

Rocks tied to rocks
so I'm all out of string now,
I don't need to sing
I've got new ways to show how
falling down has helped me find just who I am,
how it helped me find songs when things don't go as planned.

heart strings tied taut
each new friend has a note,
plucking knots to get tunes
that I don't know the names of.
Singing out for me they sound better than heaven,
notes that I don't think even angels could fathom.

Yes, I
        fell
             down
again.

And I think that I'll stay...

Oh yes, I'm
                 laying
                         down
again.

Why would I get up
when gold sinks to the bottom
Standing only grants
better vantage of *****.
So leave me here please, just keep flying above me,
I'm playing with new friends their songs keep me happy.