Drifting in a crimson sea
Looks as if in here to stay
The question in a bottle,
Will blue waters ever come my way?
The day is all too heavy
As the night slips through my hands
Yet one prays for the other
As rain for a exhausted land
Jehovah hears my weeping
As it echoes off the watery deep,
I will not be forgotten,
Here in the crimson sea
For those without depression,
I pray it never comes your way
To those whose lives are sheltered,
Enjoy your every day
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