Usually we’re the ones lost.
To get back on track we must:
Admit that we are.
We’re an exploded star.
Turning into stardust
People are so far—
100 million years light.
They still see us shine.
Not even we see our fight.
It takes courage
to admit the fall
For people used
to resist it all.
You’re not weak for falling,
You’re weak for not recognizing you’ve fallen.
Oh star, you’re growing dim.
But little is that a sin.
Lost the battle, not the war.
Rest today, and then you’ll soar.