Will you talk to me? Please, call for me.
The fear has settled in.
The devil strained my once solid faith,
through his sifting-pan.
Will you come to me? Please, run to me.
My boat will capsize soon.
The anchor that once held me soul,
will not live to see next noon.
Will you wait for me? Please, delay for me.
I am making my way to you.
I’m stepping out from this sinking boat,
in search to find the truth.
Will you leave for me, a sign for me?
For your footprints are unseen.
These stormy waters, do not hold unto,
the impressions of your feet.