No, I cannot see the end of it
No light at the end of the tunnel,
Not even the tunnel
No angel rescuing me from deathbed
I fall deeper and deeper
Inside a well
I try to hold on to the walls
I break my nails, scratching them, trying to hang on
I break nails, fingers,
My hands bleed
And I fall
I let myself fall
There may be water down there
I love water
I call out: "Is there water?"
Your voice tells me you don't know
You are not certain
I keep falling all the same
You will find a way,
You will come through,
Everything will be ok,
Like a Bob Marley song,
Other voices tell me
I can't see it
The end of it
Not now
Not yet
Will I?
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