in the middle of an ocean
on the edge of the world
cold and silent
with no more struggles to swim
between doubt of hope and being acquiesced in my misery
waving goodbye to a hand
a hand reaching out to pull me out
in the middle of an ocean
on the edge of the world
cold and silent
with no more struggles to swim
between doubt of hope and being acquiesced in my misery
waving goodbye to a hand
a hand reaching out to pull me out