She better not stop swimming to the surface,
Almost there, although, it seems miles above,
I pray she knows we are waiting for her return,
Opened eyes but I know they truly burn,
River water and tears mix in desperation,
Pleading and begging and yelling and screaming please come back though her arms are tired.
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She’s so tired of fighting,
Don’t get carried away,
Honey, you can rest up here we’ll drive you home just get here.
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Swimming in cares.
Surrounded by more than she can fight.
Swimming in six feet deep cares.
Don’t let them become a grave.