I spiral down into the waters of a dark, raging sea.
Am I dead, I wonder, or have I just yet to sink?
A single truth has summoned me here, where I cannot fall down to my knees -
Man is withered down by his own kind’s disease.
In the coldness of my cage, though, I sing a song of glee.
Love, in all of its greatness, might just set me free.
With worn and tired limbs, I paddle through an ocean so deranged.
The need to find complete and total love, my saving grace, is one far too
deep.
Setting my hopeless eyes to the sky, I behold its shining
ores -
Stars, in all of their beauty, will surely guide me back to
shore.