i am without the folly of pride

if one person were to reach down

and lend me their hand;

i would not be too proud

to take it.

let me pull myself

to my feet

and cease crawling midst the dust

of the life i used to have.

i would stop looking for dimonds

in the coals

and pick frayed ribbons up off the floor,

left over from all of the love given to me while

i was in the dark

and could not see.

i would wipe any tears from my eyes

and accidently smudge my face

with mud, I'm sure.

and you who saw me

and knew i was alone

would laugh sadly

and tell me;

‘everything's gonna be okay, love

yeah everything's gonna be

alright.’

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