When you waste away in water,
You can swim and you know you ought to,
But when you fell and no-one caught you,
It almost broke your heart.
You could die and who would miss you?
Who’d have been the last to kiss you?
Have you had enough of this?
You don’t know where to go.
To the bottom of the ocean
Dying with the downward motion
Or maybe you might get the notion
That you need to float.
And swim back up and breathe the air
And find somebody who will care
And bring you back and keep you there
And give thanks that you’re alive.
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