You take a step forward,
Skipping with glee,
You feel simply joyful,
happy and free.
Your eyes are set high,
Staring straight at the sun,
"It's over, it's behind me,
That battle is won."

And then your skip breaks
Right through the cold ice,
And you sink in the water
And drown in your vice.
The crow, he is laughing,
And your eyes are torn down;
You must stare at the water,
Lest your soul break and drown.

You pound at the current,
Movements swift but unplanned.
"If can't keep myself dry,
I'll doubtless be damned!"
You rage at the torrent,
The tide that stole your self,
And though your breath is failing,
You wouldn't dare plead for help.

As your body begins to go,
Your mind begins to wander.
No longer are you fighting,
But you've now begun to ponder.
The current surges strong;
As you're carried further under
In the liquid you see images
That tear your heart and head asunder.

"This girl, you attempted
To love her without drying,
And by doing so, it seems,
Her own love was dying.
You hurt her deeply
By writing a script;
Yet while she carries on,
You'll die in this crypt.

You rage, you rage,
"This can't be the end!
I've much more to do;
I have much time to spend!"
But, alas, your lungs
Are empty of air
You feel yourself perish
As your eyes downward stare.

Then a light blooms above,
And a voice echoes loud:
"My child, draw near!
There is no need to drown!
I have emptied this pit
Of death and despair.
There's no water here,
Breathe! Breathe in the air!"

My vision was cleared,
Indeed, it was true:
My King had drained dry
The lake of its blue.
I stood and I felt
A warmth from above.
Forever, I'm dry
Because of His Love.