SWEPT AWAY BY THE RAGING WATERS OF THIS VAST RIVER OF LIFE
QUICKLY FILLING AND POURING OUT OVER THE BANKS OF MY BEING
LEAVING ME GRASPING FOR SOMETHING TO HOLD ON TO
SOMETHING TO PULL MYSELF UP...UP WHERE I CAN BREATHE
UP WHERE I CAN SEE WHERE I AM
AS I GO WINDING DOWN THIS PATH UNKNOWN,
IM LOST IN THE DEPTHS OF THIS RAGING WORLD IM DROWNING IN
GASPING FOR EACH BREATH I TAKE I REACH
I REACH INSIDE MYSELF AND FIND THE STRENGTH TO STAND
KEEPING MY HEAD ABOVE THE WATERS NEARLY CONSUMING ME
AND ITS CLEAR TO ME THE STRENGTH INSIDE ME
IT COMES FROM ABOVE...WHERE ALL THINGS COME FROM
STRENGTH THAT KEEPS MY HEAD ABOVE THE WATER TO BREATHE
STRENGTH THAT KEEPS ME SAFE FROM THE OVERWHELMING WORLD THAT I AM IN
I STAND LONGING FOR THE DAY I WILL LIVE IN MY HOME ABOVE THIS CHAOS
(c) TRACY JOHNSTON... WRITTEN 2/27/2015 ...ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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