Out lost at sea and all alone,
A single figure bobs.
No line nor rope was ever thrown,
To spare her sorry sobs.

What chance she had is surely gone,
With every effort spent.
Yet still at sea she struggled on,
Against her doomed descent.

Each wave that came felt larger still
Than those which came before;
They broke upon her waning will
But never led ashore. 

So long she had to fight for breath 
She’d never questioned why;
Why fight so hard in fear of death
To drown in dreams gone by?

And so she fades, but not from lack
Of pleasures’ empty hand.
Forgotten scenes in luring black 
Show dawns on crescent land –

Below she slips with muted sigh
To chase this closing vice;
Her soul unleashed is free to fly 
Like birds of paradise.