Michael James Kennedy Findlay
Drifting - Poem by Michael James Kennedy Findlay
Drifting down this dark river, going deeper and deeper
Ever further reaching the waterfall, the end of my journey
The menacing river twisting it me to my destiny
Taking over my will and my mind
Subduing my deeply in to a sense of loss and loneliness
Will you be there, will you lift me out of this river?
Will you be my savior and rescue me?
I see you in the mist up above the waterfall
Your face as beautiful as could be, your eyes looking in to mine
You lower your arm to me, I hold your arm
You lift me out of the raging water
You are my savior, you are my destiny
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