Perhaps today, my pain is washed away…
…baptized by life, an unorthodox rite.

My soul to cleanse, but to whom should I pray…
…I’m lost as sea, on this treacherous night.

Rise with the tide, but I come crashing down…
…I row along, but I’m not progressing.

A mighty fall, then I begin to drown…
…last gasps of air, is this all a blessing?

Down the abyss, I look up towards the sky…
…I’m then pulled up, a rapid ascension.

I can’t explain, but I started to cry…
…a scoured tongue, peradventure freshen.

My thoughts within, external damnation…
…hope from within, internal salvation.