How is it I can fall so fast,
And not hear angels call my name;
I cannot suffer a mere gasp
When I start to fall and give up the game.
Is it because I jump that I fall;
Or because I lose my footing on the ground?
Is it the air that muffles an angel's call;
Or do I cover my ears as I'm tumbling down?
And all I ask is aid to slow my descent;
But no angel will take my condemned hand.
And there is nothing to save me that I can invent;
My Fall is fate, I am Damned.
But then; I have not fallen, I awake to find
I awake to realize I have died just a little more inside.
