Choked among the reeds and mud
Drowning in the shallow flood
Whipped by wind and dessicated
By the sun, and so I waited
For a rising wave or tide
Fill my veins, let me ride
Out on the storm to feel the rain
Feel the life within the pain
Crashing waves and ragged breath
I looked for peace but I found death
Now I drift across the plains
Only scattered dust remains
Too late I try to speak to you
I whisper as I'm passing through
