I float here in my sea,
dark, cold, and deep.
I cannot see the depths below,
Is something reaching up for me?
I feel no touch, no grasp, just cold,
As I float here in my sea.
Yet dread lingers in the silence.
Is something reaching up for me?
Will something rise to claim me,
And drag me to the murky deep,
Or will I float forever,
In my endless lonely sea?
Anxiety grips like a vice, so tight,
A life ruled by fear, fear of all things,
How can I break free from this endless night?
Each breath I take feels like a fight,
A future unknown, the shadow clings,
Anxiety grips like a vice, so tight.
I watch the world, slipping out of sight,
From the sidelines, where nothing springs,
How can I break free from this endless night?
I dream of peace, of unshackled flight,
But each step forward, the darkness stings,
Anxiety grips like a vice, so tight.
