Too weak to fight, I can’t fight to stand
In my shoes is a lonely man
And blessed is he who truly sees
For I am blind in my time of need
Be me old with none held close
Was bitter sorrows I held on most
Now Fate has thrown its final blow
A time to reap and a time to sow
Now he who reaps is closing near
To take this hand far from here
I will not weep I will not cry,
for I lived as a man and as one I will die
Ignite o you, set your heart ablaze
And when comes your time be not a-craze
Bask in life and cherish through
For in my shoes
                         could
                              be
                                 you

I was hanging by a thread.

You could've pulled me up.

But you let me go.

And held on to him instead.

The world holds no weight .
The sky bears no mass.
In which I see I am as I will always be.
Hollow;
Drifing;
Through this life that means no more than a single blade of grass
upon which I lay;
Observing:
We are but a wall of clouds
Floating;
Waiting to pass.
Through this sky.
A sky that bears no mass.