Falling, falling;
a baby is bawling.
The mother is crawling.
What's going on?
We are all pushing,
forcing, depressing
as we continue
she continues distressing
'Never-mind her,'
says a man so sure.
'Nothing is wrong.'
But, the bubbling is gone.
'I'll take you away,
away to be free.
I know you will not
say “thank you” to me.'
What do we do,
that isn't for love?
What is for falling?
Only a shove.
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