Some days I feel I'm drowning
sinking way down low.
Some days I feel like giving up
and think I'd like to go.
But, looking up above me
I see a gleaming light.
I swim and kick and struggle
and push with all my might.
As I break upon the surface
I gasp and gulp for air.
I look all around me
and can't believe what's there.
Floating on the ocean
as far as I can see
lots of coloured lifejackets
waiting just for me.
As soon as I get near one
they wrap themselves around
and pull my weary body
to some safer ground.
'Where do they come from? '
I think I hear you say.
Well, they come from the people
I talk to every day.
People who understand
this journey we are on.
Whether it is short
whether it is long.
So, thank you my friends
that's all I'd like to say.
And, I hope I'll be a lifejacket for you someday!
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