the fall and rise

we try to stand so tall and yet we fall when we fall in love we try to crawl we try to crawl back up my knees and elbows are bruised and dirt is stinging in the abrasions on the palms om my hands and yet stumbling i try to stand i try to get back up and as we grow older we learn we'll never quite enough for the art is hard to master but when we succeed to learn all depths we run