Falling upward

My knees are bruised, my dress is torn

My face is scratched, my heels are broken

but I have something warm and real,

from ever falling up the hell.

I know not why, and yet for sure

something there are we must endure

and though I have stumble I have found,

it's always upward, never down.

Each heartache always brings a bit

of greater humbleness with it

each disappointement we must bear

is but a storm to clear the air

and so as days go rushing by

I don't doubt or question why

the stars are getting closer still

as I keep falling up the hill

By Graoe Eesly