The Lowest Level

I sit here as it is quietly brought to light

Nothing was ever meant to last

I silently watch and mourn as lovers turn to enemies

My once close friends break apart and fall into apathty

No matter how hard I try 

Broken expectations cause so much pain 

Human nature is to flee from hardship

And causes many to be known as fair weather friends

Many are left to sink or swim

So far to many are left drowning in this hurricane

Now I choose to hold out my hand

Even when the proud refuse to belive they have fallen so far

So quietley wait by the path

And try to show them the light

Those that ask for help

Will usually find it

And through this case

I see to it that many reach the next level 

And stay behind to help the fallen find the light