I'll Meet You At The TopA Poem by Alias
I'm sorry
I can't help you right now I'm sorry I can't listen to your heartache Truth is We're both hanging by our fingertips and though I see your fingers bleeding and though I hear your tears streaming If I offer you my hand I will fall But If we shut our eyes to the drop below maybe we can pull ourselves up. God knows, I hope so.
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