
Up and down the stairs of life No love in this morning light.
We walk alone and yet we fight We hurt ourselves untill the night.
A new day begins and the stairs grow steeper.
Just then that the pain is deeper.
Falling up and tripping down This life makes no sound.
Stairs are our journey.
They are our fight
They take us up and take us down.
They give us support above the ground.
They bring us down to the surface.
They give our life a purpose.
A life is nothing without it stairs.
A life is nothing unless you care
About the Creator
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