It's the ones who've done the falling,
who more often lend a hand
With silent swans, mute calling,
cries the fallen understand
It's the ones down in the gutter,
who appreciate the stars
A life so dank and shuttered,
such light viewed from afar
It's the ones who gaze towards such stars,
with war wounds marked in scores
Their eyes glazed bearing battle scars,
will find themselves in yours
It's the ones who bring their laughter,
who make a mask of smiles
When all they're really after
is a reason for the miles
It's the ones who've travelled farthest,
who've traversed the lengths you've seen
Helping others reap their harvest,
from the fields where they've been
Amidst such scared crows crawling,
lost phantoms who can't stand
… It's the ones who've done the falling,
that will always lend a hand
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