LYRIC FOR SALE

By Anne Elder

Sometimes the cracks are easy to slip through,
Sometimes it's harder and choices are made,
Sometimes we slip because we had meant to,
Sometimes we're falling while scrambling to stay.

I went on a journey not of my own choosing,
Swayed by the masses and pulled by the crowd,
Fighting a battle I knew I was losing,
Ducked down an alley, hood up and head bowed.

I ran like a cheetah through city and mountain,
Never once stopping or turning around,
Escaping the chains and the false claims of bounty,
Gliding my way over treacherous ground.

Sometimes the cracks are easy to slip through,
Sometimes it's harder and choices are made,
Sometimes we slip because we had meant to,
Sometimes we're falling while scrambling to stay.

I came across you as I slowed down from hunger,
Frightened and bruised you attempted to flee,
You weren't in a place that you wanted to be in,
I held your hand tightly, took you with me.

Now both of us soar and look down on what made us,
No longer trapped by that mass of barbed wire.
Me, I escaped, but you'd fallen through unfettered,
Both fell in water that put out the fire.

Sometimes the cracks are easy to slip through,
Sometimes it's harder and choices are made,
Sometimes we slip because we had meant to,
Sometimes we're falling while scrambling to stay.