I held myself as i was
Falling, and falling, and falling
Downward to blackness
Saying
"You have to pull through! " said I to me
"And can you? Can you? Can you get me through? "
Responded me.
"I can see you to your feet and help you stumble around
And I can lean you in the next direction-
To keep you from falling to the ground." stated I.
"That would be ever so helpful my self-like saint.
I can't move on my own,
I'm feeling rather faint! " said me.
Desperately
Stumbling in a world of tipsy turney light
I held me up, got me feeling alright
Then relieved
Me said to I "Without you, I'd be done! "
And found, with surprise, that we two were one.