I'm going down. won't you help me. save me from myself. I hear the sound of a memory. maybe time will tell. Suddenly my life is like a river. taking me places I don't want to go. but like all good men who swim too well. it takes all that I have just to cry for help. then that voice in my head. tells me no. I'm going down. won't you help me. save me from myself. I look around for a fantasy. maybe who can tell?. let me live my life beside the river. take me to places where a child can grow. and then. maybe the boy inside will forsake me. maybe. the child in me. will just let me go. I'm going down. the cold cold water is rushing in. I'm going down. and I would beg to be forgiven. if I knew my sin. (return to top)