I was falling and you grabbed me.
You lifted me up so I wouldn't have to feel the ground any longer.
The ground stole my energy.
I grew weaker, so weak that I could no longer use my senses.

Nearly dead, you shot past the demons holding me down.
You killed them single-handed, stronger than I'd ever thought.
I never called for you, perhaps I was even that weak?
Paralyzed, I was still there, stunned, unable to do anything at all.

My soul breathes, in and out, gratefully.
Doing no longer means nothing to me.
Because I nearly died once and was given another chance.
Embracing the power given to me like I never had this power before.