Rising Tide

If I could see the light
Above the hole that I have dug
If I could change my coffee
Into wine inside my mug
If I could walk on water
And escape the rising tide
Perhaps I would not smile
Upon the drowning

If I could gather round me
All the thoughts that make me smile
If I could only linger
In the laughter for a while
If I could rise above it
Finding hope beneath the clouds
Perhaps I would not smile
Upon the gibbet

If I could feel the pain
Inside the soul that I have killed
If I could only breathe
Inside the poisons I have spilled
If I could walk away today
Inside another’s shoes
Perhaps I would not smile
Upon the fire

If I could see the light
Above the hole that I have dug
If I could turn my back
Upon the alcohol and drugs
If I could fly to distant shores
And find one trusted friend
Perhaps I would not smile
Upon the drowning

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