I was starting to fall,
I reached for you hand,
The one that you said would always be there,
I fell to the ground hard and alone,
The hand was nowhere in reach.
I am still looking,
Hopeful that you had just moved it for a second,
Praying that you’ll help me up.
Is it wrong to hold on?
Wait for you?
I had so much faith in your hand,
So much hope for our future,
How long should I wait?
Time enough to move on?
Should I reach for it one last time?
