I sit alone in the depths of despair,
Hoping and praying as I gasp for air.
Pleading for someone to grab my hand,
Wishing someone could put me back on land.
It is getting harder and harder to draw breath,
Finally to the point of welcoming death.
But wait, what's that, shinning so bright?
All of a sudden I can see a light.
Giving me the courage to get up again,
but if I fall what will happen then?
A small voice whispers in my ear,
"What is life if you live in fear?"
Sometimes you just have to dust off the dirt,
And after so long no doubt it will hurt.
But once it is clean it will start to heal,
And once again you will be able to feel.