Drowning

No one hears her screams,
but still she screams for her life.
No one see's her,
but still she clings to life.
She is further away then she thought.
Not waving; knowing this, she just drowns.
Now shes dead, the dead women.
It must have been to cold,
It must have been too much of a strain.
It must have been to difficult.
Now shes dead, the dead women.
She was much to far out all her life
Not waving; knowing this, she just drowns.
Now she dead, the dead women.

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