Fallen

Have you ever wished upon a falling star?
Or become a fallen angel
Well I’m falling
I keep stumbling without you to hold me

A fallen star is never a star
Stars will never fall
Just streaks of light in the sky
Gone like they were never there at all

Well you were never born bad
But couldn’t resist the temptations around you
You carry a permit, a permit to hurt me
Yet you appear so good, too good to be true

I’m descending through each thorn bush
Gravity tugs me, but the right way is up
Waiting for the world to pick me up
Hoping I’ll rise again, stand up again, stand with you

Walking unsteadily through your ways not mine
Weaving my path through your thick grasses
Losing my way in the world you’ve grown
I depend on the one thing that’s throwing me down

**again not a clue where to place it**