Free.

I wish you were free,
So we could get out of here.
I am reaching out to hold your head above the water, but the weight that's dragging you down is pulling me.
Let it go! Don't you realize that's what's killing you?
Please
My hands are cut and aching from trying to hold your heavy chain
My eyes are red and sore from tears I've cried
I want you to be safe... here... with the one who pulled me out of these same waters...
He is still here, holding my feet, keeping me in the boat.
He gives me words to speak, the strength to hold on...
Even though alone I'd have fallen in long ago, somehow my grasp stays strong.
Just say you'll let him!
He'll break the chain, pull you out and wash away the dirt and mud.
I can't let you go, I won't give up, He never did.
I would still be in that water had I refused to give up my "strength"
That "strength" was my weakness…
I accepted his hand, and now I know,
Alone, I had only weakness…
But now I have him, he is my strength.
Pulling, tugging, screaming…
You called his name!!!!
His wounded hands take the place of mine, firmly grasping yours…
He pulls you in…
Out of the sea of despair, you breathe…
Finally, peace washes over you, you're free…