I hold onto my words, not losing faith...
I was alone in my bedroom, hearing the sound of a flood,
Letting it flow down, dripping like blood.
As it sounds like a wave, pulling me down to my grave,
Feels like I'm drowning in a river, as every part of my body shivers.
All hope is lost! Not yet!

Felt something bright shining at me,
Opened my eyes, and I saw the moon.
As I began to croon in a soft, melancholic tune,
At last, all hope is not lost yet.

Life is just like a flood...
When you allow yourself to drown in it,
It pulls you down to your grave.
When you pull yourself together, in one piece,
To reach the light from the moon,
You make it a purpose to strive, to conquer that dream...
When you make it your theme!

© Goldie's pen