I once was falling and reaching out for anything I might grab.
When I stopped falling, I opened my eyes and saw you.
You brought me back into the warm light that my soul desired.
I felt greatful and dedicated to return the warmth I received.
Time passed by and I realized that I was giving and you were refusing.
The light that warmed me is slowly dimming.
I look up and now only see the hand that once pulled me out of the dark.
I try to hold on, but the hand is trying to let go.
I look for something else to grasp on to...but find nothing.
It's dark and my hand is slipping.
I'm calling out to you in hopes that you will pull me back, but you don't seem to hear me.

PLEASE! Don't let me go. PLEASE! I know you can hear me.