The Well

I climbed into the bucket
to go down the well
I wanted some water

The well calls to me

I lower myself down
hand over hand
the rope is rough

The well calls to me

I get colder
it seems darker
The light is further away

The well calls to me

I go down deeper
where is the water
I am thirsty

The well calls to me

Just one small sip
I need some water
The cool water will soothe me

The well calls to me

I keep going lower
it is so dark
I cannot see out

The well calls to me

The rope burns my skin
my hands are tearing
I cling to the rope

The well calls to me

Should I keep going
Should I hold on
How far down is the water

The well calls to me

I shout out
No one can hear me
and still no water

The well calls to me

I let go of the rope
I begin to fall
at last I have found the water

The well calls to me

I have no rope
I cannot stop
the water envelopes me

The well calls to me

I am cold
it is dark
I start to be calm

The well calls to me

I am under the water
I cannot see
I cannot feel

The well calls to me

I do not have the strength
to swim back up
I just want the peace

The well calls to me