I was broken and you pulled me into your arms,
I was scared and you comforted me,
I cried and you never judged my fears,
only wiped away the tears...
I'm struggling at the surface,
and losing my faith within
why do I continue on fighting?
when I know I cannot win,
as the waves thrust me under,
my attempt to live grows weaker...
it's difficult to stay at the surface
when love has become my anchor,
my movement ceases as I let go
the air in my lungs escapes my body
as I descend downward...
all that remains are the tiny bubbles
that drift out to sea...
