Soul Under Pressure
The sea thrill and amplify the soul,
Deep, calm, rugged; don't be a fool.
Mystery kill, perhaps adventure,
Only the brave survive to shore.
The dark sea floor,
I want to explore.
Make no mistake,
Be careful not to shake.
Down under, I'm being pressured,
My greatest fear is being measured.
I crave back what light had shown,
For after this darkness, the dawn.
I'm use to darkness all along,
Till the light shown like a song.
Hearing the truth set me free,
My sighing soul is willing to see.
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