i was drawn into it
a feather to a whirlpool
i try to do something
so that you may at least
see me resisting
everything happens
and i say i never intended it
i swim in the water
i am dressed in mud and
i wrestled all my
days
i let it happen
years and years
and then i am free
from mud
from whirlpools
and then i shall face
and boldly must i tell you
i truly love you
but you have never believed me
i am dressed now
for Sunday school.
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