Struggling to stay still, unable to swim.
The futility of struggling in vain –
Trying to stay alive, yet having no hope of survival.
Who will awaken this lost soul?
Asking where it all began,
Wondering if there’s room for regret.
Grieving at the lost chance she had to find peace.
Who will calm this strong tide?
Drowning, dying, unable to cope.
With none to turn to, none to live for.
Losing a sense of belonging everywhere;
Yet, an undying urge keeps her from breaking.
Who will calm this raging storm?
The slogan says to never give up –
Yet, the storm proves it hard to grow.
She is the lost soul,
She is her own storm;
Swim, baby girl, swim. Someday,
Someone will calm the tide away.
And the raging storm will be stilled –
And she will find a voice.
Yet, for now, swim. Just keep swimming.
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