Quiet is the woods around,
Silent is the surrounding,
Then suddenly, there is a sound
Of a young girl, who is drowning
Cold water rushes through her hair,
Passing through her very being,
She screams a silent shout of death,
For soon, she will know nothing
Life she knows is disappearing,
For nothings left to make her fight,
To stay alive, to fight the tide,
She has nothing to keep in sight
And slowly drifting down, she is,
Until a pull, she feels,
Someone trying to save her life,
Hold her until her wounds are healed
She doesn't fight this kind, strong grasp
But neither will she aid,
Who knows if this friend of hers,
Will stop and then will fade?
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