A summer sun beat down
Forest trees ate it's light
Shimm'ring rapids carved
A path in stone we met.
The wet dog I was
Swept away by wakes
Forgetting to breathe
Challenged by stone
I prayed for help
Pleading my case
Describing reasons
For not now leaving
Twenty-six, still fresh
Blooded by faith
Surrounded by love
Not quite deserved
How was I to know
Saint Michael himself
Was pulling the rope
Clinched to my waist
Suddenly sinking
I gave in and swore
Live my life proper
Or go on drowning
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The months would pass
Never having thanked him
I would make my case
That tomorrow I'd start
Tomorrow came and went
And so did the glint
Of light I saw nearing
At the bottom of torrents
I had failed the test
I had lost the taste
Of silver bells rung
And heaven choirs sung
No longer would I live
Knowing of the angels
Instead I walk a path
A thorn in my side
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