• You watch me spin
    I fall to the ground.
    I think that all is lost
    I scrape my knee
    You pick me up
    After I have fallen.

    A band-aid goes,
    On my scraped knee
    You tell me its alright
    I'll be okay
    It seems to me
    That I have only fallen.

    Many years later
    I come back home
    See the blood on the floor
    Rush to your side, mom
    But there you are
    I wish you hadn't fallen