I was there,
in your shoes
walking over dirt
and picking out our favorite tree
life is hard but most days are worth living
today was not one of those days
tomorrow won’t be either
we held sturdy rope in our hands
the kind that’s permanent
the kind of knot that holds
sometimes you gotta admit defeat
some things will never be done
some days it’s just better to quit
friends and family will be upset,
but aren’t you supposed to live for yourself
shouldn’t dying be the same way?
we climbed our favorite tree
looked out over nature’s beauty
breathed clean smokeless air
you jumped
I stayed.
They say before you judge a man
you must walk a mile in his shoes
I was only there when you fell.