Here, There

Sometimes, an Angel, Needs help to Fly.. Once Pin hits paper, Ink runs, cries.. Here, There Footsteps are made.. But, just like time, Those to, shall Fade. Sometimes,We fall, Long before the leep.. Then, we sowed, Now I Reap.. Here, There The lights Dim.. No handout, I can't swim. Sometimes, I feel, What you call hope. Desperately reaching out, Grasping nothing but a Rope.. Here, There My life runs by.. Showing me a Truth, Supported by Lies. Sometimes, We think, Our Fear doesn't exist.. That's a small problem, On an overwhelming list.. Here, There, There is no Blame.. Swallowed by the Nothing. One soul burning in flame. Sometimes, an Angel Doesn't need help to fly.. And now we know, Why thats a Lie.