He's in the water paddling, struggling
It's so dark and cold
I reach my hand out right in sight
Hesitation fills his body
But I'm right there, so very close... I'm right there!
My hand may not be strong but it is safe
My heart may nor be perfect but it is his
He flails around, unable to connect his heart to his mind
Does he take the hand of whom he calls mind
Or swim away in hopes to be free?
He calls me love, he calls me his
And my heart soars and soars
But every flight does end
Now her calls me neither
And my heart does crash
In flames and pieces as he takes some time
If her swims or sinks, how will I live?
If her takes my hand, will it be the same?
The shore is warm and inviting
The sea is cold and dark
Standing in his soaking clothes, will he warm or freeze?
Am I enough to save him?
Enough to keep him mine?
I'll love him on the beautiful shores
And love him more in the raging seas
No matter how he chooses, my choice is made for me.