When something is taken,
you don’t feel whole.
and your world is shaken.
you’re not in control.
You scream out for mercy,
but you land on the floor,
so you hope for courtesy
but no one opens the door.
don’t give up, there’s still hope,
you’re not alone in being alone.
take a hold of the helping rope,
and climb back upon your throne.
it won’t be the first, it won’t be the last
time when you have to face your past,
it’s what you learn from things like this,
to understand what’s worth to reminisce.