drowning

raised to such a tender age
sometimes i'm so afraid
i'm scared to ask for help
i'm scared to face myself
i'm someone else:
it's just as well

i'm in a rising tide
sometimes i can't decide
if this water is ever clear
if this water is borne of tears
that i've shed here
or is it raining near

the wind stops blowing warm
the calm before the storm
dead silence will chill my spine
dead silence is the first sign
and the last time:
end of the line

i have a chance to turn around
i'm enchanted with every sound
i can work to any ends
endeavor sea depends on friends
and i intend
my goodwill extend