The Darkness Dies
I prayed that I was dreaming
When I saw that big wave
The water was not normal
But as dark as a cave
It was full of weird greens and reds and blacks
It kept rolling forward
As I hoped it stayed back
I started to run
Until my chest burned
I wanted to be brave
So around I turned
I started to recite the 23rd psalm
And I started to notice light from my palm
All the dark clouds left
And that wave failed to exist
When I thought I was close to death
The sight of the light gave me great bliss
When I started to awake
I thanked and praised the Lord up above
And even though it all was fake;
I felt so loved
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