Will Someone Be There

My try at a Bop

Will Someone Be There

 

Out playing in the field, in a hole, he slipped

Deep, down, falling, dark in the crypt

Lost and alone, too startled for fear

Would there ever be anyone who would draw near

His cry is deadened by the walls of dirt

Beyond wondering if any bones were hurt

 

If only he could hear, “I’m hanging on, I am here”

 

Years later, he lived in that dark, desperate hole

Only now it was his history taking its toll

The muck and the mire, the feelings strangling

Collapsed in despair, no longer dangling

The filth it was piling, every sense consumed

Emotions awry, is there hope in his doom

Lost in nothingness, did anyone know

Would anyone care if he is stuck below

 

If only he could hear, “I’m hanging on, I am here”

 

Circumstances, physical, emotional, the same

Desperation, aloneness perpetuate the game

Everyone needs a rope to take hold

A friend, a helper, someone who’ll enfold

Out of the ground he once was pulled

Emotions are rampant, he is still bulled

 

If only he could hear, “I’m hanging on, I am here”