Here I am, caught in a tide
Raging, roaring, soaring, high
Struggling, I am, trying to keep afloat
The pieces, I cling to, a shard of wood, roar
The sun, I don't care to see
The moon, I no longer wonder thee
This is a fight, to live, to die
A moment to prove to myself, why
Each passing second, the waters rise
I keep swimming,in hope of a prize
Every bit of strength,off me stripped
Yet, a warmth in heart, a hope to live...
