Someone didn't want me dead
When all I knew that art was
The image I'll make
When I bury a knife in my head
"It'll be Arthur who'll pull it out"
I said, I prayed, I chanted
But Arthur was a stranger
And so was I to me
Still, He found me in the sea
Of my doubts
When I was beyond saving—
When I wanted to breathe
But did not want to swim
Arthur found me
And gave me breath
And wished me for a life
But still, death did not leave
In my mind, he never did
So how can I be Arthur
For myself
When I drown again
And fall in love
With what's beyond
The horizon and sunset?
