Falling Down
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Pieces of me
Are broken.
I've fallen so far,
So hard and so quickly.
Crumbled into thousands
Of pieces
Unknowing if the
Kings horsemen can put
Me back together
Again.
This storm's catching me, sweeping me off the ground.There was no sound--just terror--so powerful I couldn’t say a prayer.
There I go flying into thin air,
floating away into the dark sky grey.
