The nights cold and empty sometimes
the days' words, silent asleep.
The rescue of a single man
drowning, he  went into too deep

Air cuts through his throat
like fire in his lungs
He has to drop his heavy load
he is not all that strong

A weakened soul
survived an inside war
He reached one goal
he wouldnt sink nomore

And I sure hope
he never will
and looks ahead
not standing still

Untill that day
I only wish
or even pray
he will never drown again

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