Downwards Falling treading thin.
Breaking down not breaking in
She thought I was lost
I thought I was grand
But downwards falling breaks no man

A woman by the name of Harriet
Once woke up
In a big silver Chariot
Caught in the moons lights
And a Downwards Falling kin
Poor Harriet
Was wearing thin.

A Downwards Ghost next to a
Downwards man
With Harriets brother who almost kicked the can
Make no mistake I know I can
Defeat the beast that led Harriet astray
I won’t let it fight
one
more
day

Downward falling treading thin.
Breaking down but breaking in
She thought I was lost
i thought I was grand
But Downwards Falling breaks Again