The Tide
The wave are turning and I want
To pull you from the tide,
You go under, yet you use
The blue-black water to hide.
What are you hiding from?
There's nothing to fear in this world.
Don't you want to curl up with me,
In love, tangled and furled?
Don't you want to breathe your last,
In a place you feel serene?
Don't you want to watch your family grow,
Your children reach their dreams?
Your conscience, it takes over.
You want to just lie down.
You want to go in peace and quiet,
Where you can't hear a sound.
It's not a choice between life and death,
But a choice within your mind.
You cannot search for who you are,
If you decide to hide.
I look at you, you look at me,
And it's all so surreal.
The worst is holding onto your soul,
But, nothing you can feel.
I know you want to touch the bottom,
And surface to the top.
But you're convinced that there is no way,
You'd ever want to stop.
I know you want to break free,
And swim back onto land.
Even though you tell yourself
That you won't stand a chance.
Don't tell me any differently,
I can see it in your eyes.
You want to live, you want to love,
Do it all before you die.
It's not your time to leave this Earth,
And fly into the sky.
Let's get you dry and take you home,
No sorrys or goodbyes.
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