Oh gentle waters,
Wash my soul clean.
Darling, be the hands that help knead life back into me.
Save me from myself.
Be the grasp guiding me back to you,
Be the soft spoken prayers that shower over me.
You are my testimony,
You are my truth.
Bring me back to life, darling.
Be the fresh breath that cools down my sweaty head,
Hold me up in your paper palms.
Pick me up and hold me tight,
Let my tears clean up every imperfection between the two of us.
Let the salt soak through every pore and let them see the stains and know that we made it through.
Clean.
Let them see.
-S
