The road was rocky

The wheels were big

Rolling fast 

Timber spokes 

Lined with steel 

Every Stone 

Every hole in the road 

Reverberated 

Shaking this foundation 

Her knuckles were white

From holding on 

For dear life 

–

Some people’s paths are paved 

Some people have a smooth ride 

Some people are equipped with more to hold on to

And sometimes 

For some people 

it’s all moving too fast 

You can’t catch up 

Because this time 

When you lost your grip

You feel hard

So you fell hard 

You fell fast

And this time

It was the last

–

And it’s not that 

you were not bright enough 

To light up her life 

It’s just that 

She was light 

No armour to hold her 

And the blows 

They hit it harder 

And she floated off the back like a feather in the wind 

And now she’s gone

Pain is replaced 

With grief 

Un-expressed love  

May she know peace 

May we grant her

Grace 

– Falling Off The Wagon