The High Waters

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II - Rejection

The water is high,

Rising gently,

To blot out the skies.

The water is close,

Coming to bury,

All in its path.

Whom do I call,

To ask for help?

What can I do,

To get out of this mess?

No one will answer,

Nobody cares!

The only way,

Is to trust in myself.

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