This came rambling through my brain this morning.
I feel like Peter drowning
When I look away
When I let my eyes fall upon the waves
And Your face is swallowed by the haze
I feel like Peter drowning
When I try to walk alone
When my journey crosses liquid
And my identity becomes twisted
So, shine bright in the midst of the storm
Call me home with a shout resounding
Reach out and pluck me from the gray
Because I feel like Peter drowning
When I look away.

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