a river runs through it

deep is the torrid river that runs through my soul
rapid in its wrath to drown me in my sorrows

no begging for mercy as life slips away
pulled faster into the abyss

the whirlpool sucks the last drop of my being
the river runs deep

can i save my soul?
can i rise and gather strength?

slowly enter calm waters
drag mind,body and soul to the river edge

can i save my soul?
try!  try! try! ,keep above
fight with might
stay alive