now I lay me down to sleep,
dreams are here but appear weak
I sink lower
it gets colder.
am I'm home?
where is my home?
each beat is a bit too weak
you couldn't see it as it hit me
not the sharks nor those who lurk in the dark
it was the ring you didn't cut.
my throat felt full
but here I am once again
another body
a spirit has gone to another sea
yet here I lay
begging thee
I pray the Lord, my soul, to keep
no, I'm too deep
I'm in the sea
I'm not sure you can see me
but here I lay in the sand
with each breath
a wave you can.
a bit too deep
I may be
but the fish can hear me
as we drift and dive.
I can't help but wonder why.
if I should die before I wake
would you tell me why
why are the fish so calm
why are the turtles gone
is that coral
why has it been bleached
am I alive
or did the plastic take my time
was that a jellyfish?
or the bag you didn't mean to leave
I pray the Lord, my soul, to take.
it's my time
I pray I'm fine
but here I lay
its only time
the plastic in my throat
the seaweed in my hair
I'm drifting on the seabed
it's my time
now I'm dead.
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