Ocean of Voices
Standing here in the ocean, stood here all alone
This tiny little rock is all I have to call a home
Trapped here by my otherselves that are running around my head
A different one floats to the surface everytime I go to bed
And when my eyes open I'm lying face down in the sea
Echos of laugher ring as myselves are mocking me
I strike out in each direction every day that I'm awake
Hoping to leave that tiny rock far behind in my wake
But each morning I'm back on this rock with laughter in my head
Control has been unravelling now its hanging by a thread
Help me today, help me tomorrow,
Help me be all I want to be,
Help me today, help me tomorrow,
Help me I'm drowning in this sea
With red raw meat in the briney deep and head bent to knee
Slowly adding to the endless depths of the heartless, uncaring sea
Each ship that passed I could not grasp, the others steered me wrong
I watch them sail right on passed despite my plaintive song
The voices inside are getting louder with each passing day
They clamour and bray so loudly I cannot hear what they say
At the centre of this maelstrom is the boy clinging to his rock
Buffeted by the wall the noise our body goes in to shock
The one voice that spoke of holding on to this tiny spark of life
As finally gone silent and is now reaching for the knife
Help me today, don’t wait for tomorrow,
Help me before I slip beneath the waves
Help me today, please don’t wait for tomorrow,
Help me I'm drowning in this grave
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