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In the deep
You left me in the deep end, Where shadows dance and waters Bend. Alone, I linger on the brink, A hesitant heart, a silent ink. I can't swim that well, not yet, With each rising wave, I feel the Threat. Afraid I might drawn in the vast Unknown, In this ocean of dark, I'm all alone. Will you come to save me, Or am I lost in this reverie? Answer my call, don't let me fade, For life is a gift too precious To trade. I'm young, with dreams that Span the years, Yet this abyss has tangled my Fears, My father gift me life enbrace, A beacon of hope in this turbulant Space. Let's praise my father, for His love unwavering, His spirit in me, eternally Savoring. As the sun dips low, the horizon Bleeds, Who will hear my hearts pleas? The night is heavy, darkness Unfurls, Yet I must muster my strength Swirls. I'll swim to the shore, through The tide is fierce, I seek the warmth of home's Gentle light, It's getting late, the hour Draws near, But with hope as my compass, I'II Chart what I FEAR
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