The Fisherman
Im breathless.
The rising moon is closing in on me.
All I want just out of reach.
Everything I love fading into yellow glow.
My life slips into the rippled distance, as
I row row row my boat
row with all my might
anything that I could say
will surely start a fight and
so I row row row my boat
hope to reach the shore
the current strong as I row on
and fight the pain some more.
I'm breathless.
I hear him closing in on me.
All I want just out of reach.
Everything I love fading into yellow glow.
My cries slip into the distance, still
I row row row my boat
against the river flow
I've been caught by the fishing hook
my raft is sure to blow
but I must row row row this boat
away far as I can
the me that I'm supposed to be
feels trapped beside this man.
I'm breathless.
Hypnotized by the moons light.
Afraid to fight.
He reels me in.
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