Not like a hawk, a broken winged swallow,
Against the wind,
To an earth,
Never meant for me,
Down, down Jacob’s ladder,
Where now is heaven for me?
I tried to fix the world for you,
Yet only broke myself,
And now the dark is closing in again,
But you still blame yourself,
You cannot keep us safe my love,
That is not your call,
But, if you are dead and gone again,
What point was in my fall?