Adrift on a very tiny raft, I battle the currents in this wild new river.
The banks have suddenly become too steep for me to climb
And the trusty oar I used for so many years just shattered.
I hear voices calling for me to paddle with my hands, But
There are no arms reaching out to save me. I'm on my raft alone.
I have no map and my compass just fell overboard. There are no stars at noon,
With all my soul I want to journey on, but I don't have brain power
To find a way to navigate the turbulence of this river without help.
And I don't see it forthcoming. How I wish that I had learned to swim.