Misstep

We live under a glowing star
We grow like towers built with care
We dance to the drummer’s beating call
We love with emotions we freely share
We thrive on faith’s seductive clutch
We pray to an omnipresent ghost
We hope lean on religion’s crutch
We trust that our souls are made the most
Misstep, reaching for the sky
We all fall down
We fail, led by a fairy tale
We cry with dejected misery
We drown in depression’s deepest sea
We die in relative obscurity