Literature
Falling
Falling
Fallen,
A small leaf lies,
Amongst the grey of the bark,
It quietly wishes as it dies,
Why,
Why,
Why?
Where have all the others gone?
Why have I been left here?
Left here all alone,
Forced to sing a sad song?
I'm all alone;
Yet I
Cling,
Cling,
Cling,
To this ray of light
That pierces through the pain;
That gives me happiness,
Gives me hope,
That I am not just
Falling
Falling
Falling
Into nothing.