She is sinking, she is sinking
Someone throw the life ring there
We are watching, helpless watching
Separate and yet aware
In the oaky red she's drowning
Swallowing, breathing it like air
See her take great gulps of sorrow
Bound spectators we just stare
Undercurrent pulls her under
Fingers scratch the surface bare
Desperate cries stifled in liquid
Face obscured by swarming hair
If tomorrow she's found floating
Suffocated by her care
Pull her, lifeless, from the death trap
Let her lovers rail and swear
But we really couldn't help her
No one felt that they could dare
Brave the deeps of her young heartache
Sorrows the thing we dont share.

(c) Tasha Chinnock 2006