To be as hollow as a bone
And as soulless as a rose
To be as quiet as a breeze
And locked up for all to see
With movements calculated
And body language cold
With eyes glazed a blank
And a mind on the brink
Nothing to look forward to
No care around
Nothing holding you to the ground
No strings pulling you up and down
Until you begin to trip
Unable to get up
Until it all goes away
Unable to be empty
Help is underneath now
Pushing higher than the fall
Help to always support you
Pushing evermore
