You fell down and I just heard the news.
Couldn’t breath for some time and then for sometime rued,
how unjust life is and the fortunate ones few.
Why you fell the first time and why the next time too?
How I stand here and just feel bad,
no help to you in my getting so mad.
Willfully entangled in the web of my life,
as if not wanting to end this useless strife.
How I wish I were there to hold out my hand,
to help you grab it, and get up and run fast again..
and run fast again.....
and run fast again........