I did not sit atop a wall
But from grace I did fall
My death foreboding, swiftly losing life
You zig-zagged through streets not wasting any time
With help of present in kinsmen trade
You reached my side, this life to save
In moments time, barely a blink
You assessed, for under duress you must clearly think
You did all that was necessary
Thou my cries, no doubt, made you weary
And as one soothed, and coaxed and kept a pace
The other, against time, deftly maintained the race
You could have, to my cries to stop the pain
Given in, given up, but you maintained
Because you fought, and raced, and fought again
A little girl's life lost, was miraculously sustained
Thank-you
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