الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
Here comes the water.
All I knew,
All I believed,
Crumbling images,
No longer comfort me.
I scramble to reach higher ground,
order and sanity,
something to comfort me.
Take what is mine,
hold what is mine,
suffocate what is mine,
bury what's mine.
Soon the water will come
and claim what is mine.
I must leave it behind,
and climb to a new place now.
This ground is not the rock I thought it to be.
Thought I was high,
