And you tread on the water

When you know you can touch the bottom now

It's the southern way, said your mother,

'Stay in shallow, shallow water

Don't touch the ground'

But then a slithering, sliding form

Catches you before you reach the shore

And as he strikes, full of venom

You reach out towards the trouble

You've got him now, but how?

And you thrust him to the sky

Arms raised high, you make a y

There is no fear, there is no pain inside

As you twist and write

This is how you remember yourself

Arms raised high, needing no help

And ou know you can't keep this steady pose

You must release him somehow

But as you loosen your hold

The fight you felt, it is old

It's over now

His body, lifeless and cold

You throw him down

And you raise your arms up to the sky

Raised high, you make a y

There is no fear, there is no pain inside

As the sun still shines on these drying lines

This is how you remember yourself

Arms raised to heaven, needing no help