• When life brings us down
    to the depths of the sea
    where there is so sound
    of my hopeless plea

    I scream and bother
    my arms, they fight
    against the water
    with all their might

    My legs kick
    and spike my fright
    my body gets sick
    and removes the light

    so as the light gets dim
    and the water gets deep
    I just miss him
    so my eyes will weep

    where I am
    there is no hope
    water like quicksand
    around mu throat to choke