We trip on items along a road we didn’t ask to be on
Sometimes falling over it and into an abyss we cannot escape.
Someone else has to come along and lend us a hand to get us up
Show us the right way to go, and watch us as we lead our lives to the right path.
But for the fallen
The ones that never found anyone to help
They are perpetually lost
In a world they didn’t create
That doesn’t accept them
And they don’t understand.
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