It's much better than the latter:
Having dreams of falling down.
Facing choices, once you've met her
Is as easy as to drown.
In as sea of sorrow vanished
One beloved with the tide.
But instead of weeping; keeping
Hearing memories and seeking
That which's lost in bright, white woods
Dream of her and dream of falling
And some day you'll her the calling
That'll save you and'll have you
Like you thought only she could.