If you ever take a tumble I will always pull you out I will search through rubble If you don't give a shout When you fall, I'll be there I will heal any of your injuries I will heal any scrape or tear When you fall, I'll have the keys I will always be there to catch you Like no one else was ever able to With one last thing that I like to call I am here to catch you when you fall
This is the final poem in my short series of 3. I decided to incorporate the titles of all 3 into one line to wrap it all up