Almost drowning, a hand picked me up,
He filled the warmth in my empty cup.
Brushing my wounds away he held me tight,
He whispered in my ear," Enough of this fight."
He broke the chains to which I was bound,
He blocked my ears to every harsh sound.
"Enough of this ground," said he, "I'll take you up high,
I know you're done falling, now let's fly"
~*~