The waves are crushing down on him
The air in his lungs slowly fading
He tries to reach up towards the sky
Failing at an attempt he will not accomplish
The waves are pulling harder now
Trying to pull the life he holds dear
He knows he should panic, to try to reach out
But the water is beautiful
The blue color like the blazing sky
His eyes half-closed, a song playing in his head
So peaceful, yet the brink of death creeps closer
The sun through the waves, gleaming down on him
He looks like an angel, white wings swaying
It`s almost like heaven, he whispers
He realizes it`s too late there`s nothing he can do
As the waves move, unstill on the sunset horizon
