Black Water

Black Water runs in the winter breeze.

Stream in motion, will never freeze.

Deep or shallow it will be as belief.

This waterside is where I leave my grief.

Black water feels cold against my skin.

I am breathless as I walk deeper in.

Black water runs, takes me away, deeper in its arms.

I fell in love with the sense of being alive.

And now it's so hard to let go.

Far in water, gone is the feel of cold.

I dream of the harbour where I float.

Black water drifts me out of time.

Last River is where I close my eyes.

Black water runs, takes me away, deeper in its arms.

I fell in love with the sense of being alive.

But now it's time to let go.