Lifeboat
I'm sinking, slowing drowning;
Struggling to even catch my breath.
I try to look up,
And reach out of the black of death.
Far ahead I see a faint light
While struggling to stand.
I'm dragging myself towards the end
And grap ahold of a hand.
It holds me tight
And doesn't let go.
Whispering" I've got you",
Yet somehow I already know.
He pulls me out of the depths.
It's like coming up for fresh air,
after being held under.
A feeling like this seems so rare.
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