Written by: Wolfprint

Blind in sight, let me fall gently. Be tender, for I am fragile. My glass heart is about to shatter-I can hear myself crack! My pitiful voice is dusty, as it no longer sings. My echo is lost among the crowded mountains, and my soul is losing hope. My small heart is weak, it's beat has no rythmn, but, alas! there is still so much I can give! I understand my rocky path, yet please, do not drop me so hard, for I am fragile and already ruined. Let go slowly, and whisper mercy to my soul. So that perhaps I can prepare for the plummet.