Falling... Feel the breeze... Oh life bizarre; Contorted, distorted, Yet now supported By cotton strands, And lonely, lovely hands, That may not know The strength they give. The seeds of hope are sown, And grow strength to live, To survive, ripe: Golden in this field of life. Gently first; Not one to scare; To break this net Would break more than hearts. Those hearts, already fractured, Cracked by insensitivity; Fragile, delicate, Are too afraid to be dropped. This heart has fallen, But has not reached the bottom, Yet...