We all sometimes fall
You bestowed upon those words todayThe ones that let it all slip away
My mind, my body, weak aching mind
I looked deeper, something sacred to find
released from a sculpture, statue of stone
I called to heaven from a golden telephone
This marple arch, he reaches out to all
lifting us up gently, we all sometimes fall
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