Nov 2015
Tide of death rises
to my neck
I'm afraid and worried
the chain around my ankle
is tight against the metallic load
and it's a matter of time before
I take the journey of no return,
I scream, I cry, I try to free myself
still I can't
I pray for hope, comfort and strength
while await the tide of death
rising above my head to erase my existence
I think of you, my beloved,
I plea to the tide of death to subdue
I am lonely
I am a candidate of the tide of death
rising from the oceans of hate.
to my neck
I'm afraid and worried
the chain around my ankle
is tight against the metallic load
and it's a matter of time before
I take the journey of no return,
I scream, I cry, I try to free myself
still I can't
I pray for hope, comfort and strength
while await the tide of death
rising above my head to erase my existence
I think of you, my beloved,
I plea to the tide of death to subdue
I am lonely
I am a candidate of the tide of death
rising from the oceans of hate.
There are days you feel like drowning in in the tide of hate and problems. The weight is too heavy to carry and almost succumbing to the problems and life's mystifying problems. Hold on and let your head high up to the sky. Rescue is surely on the way!
