Jan. 19, 2004,22:35
in the deep, there is death, there is life
living the fairytale
to and fro
beneath these waves
to and fro
where the ocean is cold
and i love to swim
before a storm
when the waves are strong
yes, i've longed
to be sucked beneath
in quiet tragedy
when the torrents
call me by name
each thrashing
is a blessing
like the warming fire
i long for the deep
to take me away
and breathe my last breath
where the light
never will penetrate
death has certain power
over me, but i know
there is life
if i could just let go
of this comfortable stone
to and fro
beneath these waves
to and fro
where the ocean is cold
and i love to swim
before a storm
when the waves are strong
yes, i've longed
to be sucked beneath
in quiet tragedy
when the torrents
call me by name
each thrashing
is a blessing
like the warming fire
i long for the deep
to take me away
and breathe my last breath
where the light
never will penetrate
death has certain power
over me, but i know
there is life
if i could just let go
of this comfortable stone