The gurgling sound of drowning can be heard all around my cozy little canoe.
For myself, I must ignore the choking.
Nothing good will come of my diving into the flood to find you.
I will bot abandon my boat for a floating carcass,
It is my only way through the gates of this watery hell.

Currents, carry my craft to a dry world.
Show me to a place where I can finally stand.
I need a new beginning,
I need a method of recovery for my waterlogged heart.

If I could take you with me, I would.
But you stubbornly wait for Savior to drain our home while I build a boat.
Patience only pays off when there is effort behind it.
Someone forgive me for being the only one who knows that.
I only wish for the screaming to cease till I make it,
I don't want that to be my final memory of you.