Take a hold of me
For I am falling...
The treetops remain
Though the birds fly away:
A forsaken nest
Till the end of the day;
Alone in the hills
The sheep drool the wild
Till wolves come to hunt
Its conspicuous find;
The anchors attach
To ships by the sea
Till someone comes over
And breaks those chains free;
The midnight dissolves
And out comes the sun
Till darkness again hovers
Nighttime's rerun.
Take a hold of me
For I am falling...
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