Sometimes we fall
More than likely to find a better place
Falling is like drifting to a wonderful place
Not necessarily to the best of liking for the adrenaline you feel at the start.

But where the end takes you
On the long, slow felt journey
Sometimes to the ground falling as hard as can be.
Or the feeling, as falling on the wavy soft flowing sea

We all fall every once in a while, so why not fall
To a better place to where acceptance is inevitable
We all enjoy standing, but tripping. Is natural

So fall with me, almost a thousand miles
Where the enjoyment is rough but the outcome is pure and sweet
We all love the end, no matter how rough, or how steep