Falling

 

Would you care if I was falling?

If I were to offer you a hand, would you except it?

When I cry, would you come calling?

Or leave me in a place where I am still falling?

 

Would you take my hand and lead me someplace to sit?

Or push me off my ever pending cliff?

You could do either, I wouldn't dee a diff.

So take my heart in your pocket, it's broken, it should fit.

 

But once you take it, it's at your will.

It's your choice, leave it or let it fill.

No matter what it still belongs to you,

But please don't give it away, whatever you do.

 

Fore if you do my soul will burst,

Then I could say my heart was there first.

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