Far from the Land
As I plunge deeper and deeper to the bottom of the sea,
As the water flows deep beneath my sinking feet,
I try to hold my head up high so that I will not sink.
The wind blows the waves so hard I can barely stay afloat.
My eyes look into the horizon for any boats.
I boldly look into the skies for any angels up above.
I reach my arms out to try to get ahold.
I see the angels up above. They come down and take me away,
Where I will be safe again another day.
I hear the angels' harps above me.
I know they will take me out of the sea and save me.
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