Stood in the deep
Nowhere to go and no place to call home
No one behind me
Lack of support all in sight
Too small to be seen
Standing in high waters

The restraints of depression creep closer
Inching the space of air ever smaller
At a loss of breath
My last hopeless breath
Then a teaching hand revived me
From the dangers of high waters

Hands of gentle strength hold me tight
They hold me higher
Above the collapsing walls, even if they consume him
He is distracted by my image and I of his
His beautiful image raises me
From the depths of high waters

Now these hands that once held so tight,
The hands of one who saves, a savior
They have begun to fall
I cannot bare the image of losing them
I try to urge closer,
But drown under the walls of high waters