A Ladder To Get Back To You

In such times of trouble

Another one popped

And you felt strange

We used to chase the birds

Flying high over the skies

When we were young

Now, you take flights in the sky

Creating castles and what not

But that very same earth

On which your steps

Are still engraved

And so as all the minds and souls

Who have reached out for the stars

Pity we haven’t built those steps

Which could lower us back to earth

From the far reaches of the skies

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