Imagine the murk of murky waters with no clear view , Where an enchantress sings a song that seems to be written for you, Amongst the waves that crumble, your steps they stumble and your confidence begins to crumble, Her voice says come to me but I can't swim, Her voice says trust in me but the water is to dim So loving, I mean so trusting I eas out and begin rushing, submerged to my chest , working on controlling my breathe, but start to fear and panick as the troubled waters begin to rise to my neck, and the only safe thing to do is to go back...