What if I had been taught to swim before I trusted the waters we sink or swim
We live or die what if I just laid there In the waters waiting to be drowned then
to live in fear as the darkness washes over me. Sink. Chilled to the bone aware
of what lurks in the Deep I did not think I’d find trust in a stranger’s
hands I looked into the face of an angel of the Deep Blue his eyes
so Blue and trusting and a smile to warm me to the very core of my soul
he make me want to swim, not sink.
Swim not sink.
