Cast me into the waters of living,
Applaud loud the splash before my drowning,
Bound my chains I’ve made in silent darkness,
Watch the pool slowly return to smoothness
As I sink to the muck of the bottom
Calmly accepting fate to remove me
Knowing I’ll soon be gone and forgotten
As if a death will finally make free.

But these are just a flooding of old tears,
The muck has dried to nothing but fine dust
There is no escape from life or of fears,
Those iron chains have turned to piles of rust
The was no splashing or sounds rebounding,
No acceptance of fate that I’d wish to be,
Only dreams of night dashed by light’s blinding,
As if living will finally make free.