Reach out a hand : a friend to the fallen

Reach out a hand to the ones who have fallen

Let them know that you hear the calling

Of their cries for understanding

For everybody lies sometimes

And sometimes it seems our conditioning

Only encourages us to pretend

That we are strong

For me

I take my strength from fallen times

I am beginning to be grateful

For all of the tears I cried

That opened my heart to a deeper truth

And gave me proof of how

I loved and longed to love

For love so often lives

All wrapped up inside a parcel of grief

And sometimes it is our body soul and heart

That we must unwrap tenderly

Because when we meet our vulnerability

Only then do we learn how to

Kneel and bend

And be a true friend

To the fallen