If the hand that extends to save you
Will not lift you up, what’s the difference?
Still your feet are dangling, and wince
Where your arm is held in place, you
Know you can’t escape now, the fall is here
And this savior come to lift you likes
To let you know that the hero time is here
But will this mighty strong one hikes
You up a little higher past the edge?
Maybe just a handhold, let me get a finger
Loose enough to get a grip? Pledge
Fealty to heroes, and maybe he’ll swing her
Up a little, promise to fawn, promise to sing
Their praises, for the heroes are fragile things.
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