Easier to Fly pt. 02

Me? I try myself to be careful.
This high up I've found
The fog makes
Metal rails slippery wet.
I'm Officer Briggs.
What’s your name?
I hope the question’s not intrusive,
I like to ask that of anyone I've just met.
I come not to judge
But as one who’s concerned,
With an ear to listen
On the challenges, the fears,
Any of the undue stress
You’re feeling and face.
Let's talk about what you want.
Talk about anything you care to bare
On the matters that have brought you here
For us to meet
In this dangerous place.

We live in a sometimes cold society,
A fast paced world
That seems to never be able
To take the time to
Stop.
To see us as individuals.
Uncaring family,
Unappreciative work,
All unable to
Stop
And ask if we need help.
You're hurting.
I'm here.
I'm offering to help.

While we’re here just standing,
Mind if I share with you a story
On a man who fell from a horse?
It’s more a tale, really,
About a man landing
And not giving in to remorse
After fate’s hand changed
The flight of his career’s
Upward trajectory course.
This star of stage and plays
Lost control of the reins
And awoke to find
He’d suffered crushed bones
To his first and second vertebrae.
Paralyzed from the neck down
That’s when he picked himself
From the ground to fly
And became a bigger hero in life
Than he ever was,
Or dreamed he could’ve been,
On film and screen.
I mean, none of this applies to you,
You’re real.
Superheroes are made up make believe.
I just find it hard to tell the story
Of one flying Superman
And exclude the moving inspiration
On the actual life of the other Reeve.

Would you like to come down?
Whenever you're ready,
In your own time, there's no rush.
If you're hungry, want coffee,
I'd like to buy you lunch.
I'm not promising anything except
A possible different way.
Sometimes, I think,
We want to live, but forget,
And stories that are told
On costumed people flying
Offers up to our minds
A means of escape.
Every day superheroes, to me,
Change diapers,
Bear burdens,
Fret daily over work and pay.
Can we try something different?
Let’s you and I
Go to the Lighthouse Cafe
Make plans for tomorrow
Today.
Catch a game.
Go see your daughter.
I don’t need to see you fly
To know that in your life
You walk with
An S on your heart
And invisible cape.

I watched the movies
And I always waited
For when Superman would
Take to the skies with Lois Lane.
His hand in hers,
He could let down his guard
To be vulnerable and most human.
You’re not alone.
Put your hand in mine.
We can find help
For your suffering and pain.