Trying to Help

I’m watching him drown but he won’t grab the rope.

He might want to escape, but he has no ways to cope.

So he slips and he trips

He crawls but he falls

He loses his grip

And he pulls down the walls

As he sinks even further, in darkness he hides

From me, from himself, from the goodness inside

“They’d be better off without me” he lies

To himself, to that voice that keeps holding him down,

As he wishes for ways to hide underground.

So he slips and he trips

He crawls but he falls

He loses his grip

And he puts up more walls

To hide from mistakes: Maybe one, maybe two

Enough to condemn if you think that it’s true

That terrible doubting, there’s nothing to do

So why keep on trying? Why wonder? Why wait?

If that’s all there is, why leave it to fate?

So he slips and he trips

He crawls but he falls

As he loses his grip

I look down from the walls

I know that I can’t lift him out of that place

But I wish he could just feel the sun on his face

Feel the warmth, feel the hope, feel some sort of relief

‘cause I know that it’s not half as bad as he thinks

But he leans on the ground and he sinks and he sinks

Then I’m watching him drown but he won’t grab the rope

He might want to escape, but he’s losing his hope. . .