The water’s cold and it’s very very deep.
There’s a long long way to go, I’m often tired and want to sleep.
IÂ don’t know where I’m heading but I hope it’ll be ok,
And that most of all that the tiredness and the coldness goes away.
It’s been going on for so long and I often want to stop,
And fall below the waters into that icy peaceful drop.
I’m scared of what I’ll find below, if I do give up,
I’m scared how long I’ll keep going, if conditions don’t let up.
I’ve met other swimmers from their own unfriendly seas.
They came to mine for a while, as I was tired, so they carried me.
They showed me waters warmer, but still just as deep.
I was tempted to give in there, to go down below, to sleep.
Well I’ve got to keep on swimming, I’ve got to make it on my own.
Maybe I’ll find it easier, should I swim in the way I was shown.
I must have some hope it’ll get better in the long run,
Even though at the moment it certainly isn’t a lot of fun.
I wish I knew exactly in what direction I should go.
Then I imagine I would make plans and insure it all went just so.
I dream of finding land which will be mine alone to keep,
When perhaps I could leave the waters and get some
SAFE, WARM, SLEEP.