The Life of the Fallen
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The leaves fall like rain
But only the crinkling, dying, dried up ones
They fall from heights that would break our bones
And land gently amongst others of their kind
The rest form a canopy of green above our heads
Whole and beaming with life to the fullest
They're strong and wide and filled with brightness
And stuck together they'll be
They clump together in their own little groups
And let the weak ones fall off
It's survival of the fittest here
Only the strongest can stay up top
The big guys mock the Fallen
Crumpled, ripped, and beaten
But they cling to the branches on which they sit
Because they know their time to die might be coming
They see the Fallen as broken and defeated
They think they've got the best
They don't know what it's like to be Fallen
They think of it as death
The Fallen know the secret though
They look above with pity
To know the life of fear they lived
And that it was all for nothing
The Fallen know that freedom comes
And falling is more like flying
The ground they land on is soft cushion
Like the comfort of knowing no fear