Fallen

An ode to the fallen, and the ones who pick them up

Fallen

It's the ones who've done the falling,
who more often lend a hand
With silent swans, mute calling,
cries the fallen understand

It's the ones down in the gutter,
who appreciate the stars
A life so dank and shuttered,
such light viewed from afar

It's the ones who gaze towards such stars,
with war wounds marked in scores
Their eyes glazed bearing battle scars,
will find themselves in yours

It's the ones who bring their laughter,
who make a mask of smiles
When all they're really after
is a reason for the miles

It's the ones who've travelled farthest,
who've traversed the lengths you've seen
Helping others reap their harvest,
from the fields where they've been

Amidst such scared crows crawling,
lost phantoms who can't stand
… It's the ones who've done the falling,
that will always lend a hand