For what man should stand alone.
Weeping away, beating the rain from hitting the ground.
People ignore him like they don’t hear a sound.
He wasn’t the man that made them proud.
Forgiven they said but not forgotten they whispered.
The falling man looked up into the sky
And asked Lord do you hear my cry, do you see what is in front of me,
I stand alone this night by tomorrow I should be gone,
Will they say sorry, no am in the wrong.
He decided to take his final step and dried his eyes.
Then a light from the sky hits his face.
He knew that someone heard his cry.
He knew that he was being watched over, cared for, and loved.
At that moment, he understood that he had to live.
No matter what other people said.
He was misunderstood misread.
He took a step back and walked away,
From then he believed that everything was going to be okay.