The Fallen Formed a Circle

We all fall down.
But it's those who brush the ashes from their cheeks that truly perservere.
To be left in the rubble is not a pretty thing.
To leave yourself within the rubble is a pretty sad thing.
You need to rise up and pick the posies.
Pick the posies of life.
Life is always whirling,
You need to rise again.
Rise with the dawning sun.
You need it to ressurect once more.
Just one more time.
Another chance is always nice.