|'THE FALLEN OPEN THE CANOPY' From Words from Thought|
‘Walk don’t run’ is the echo I hear from the past,
My father forever caring for the daughter he loves,
But I ran as fast as I could and fell
I have picked myself up from the dirt many times,
I have lost count; numbers always hold chaos for me,
Time runs faster than I ever could,
So I fall.
The dirt does not hold a resting place for me,
So I rise again to grow as long as I live,
Learning to walk and hear the songs,
I shall sing.
I hear my father’s voice clear above the noise,
Such a signpost he holds above my head,
How could I ever fear becoming lost