As the cool wind blows off the lake
I sit on the ground with fishing pole in hand and I think I think about the disappointments of the past
I think of what the future may bring
As I am thinking I feel something tugging on my soul
Perhaps it is a mistake from the past
But it's just a fish is tugging on my fishing pole
As I reel him in onto the shore
I look as he struggles for air
Feeling merciful, I end his despair After he swims off into the unknown
I think about times I have struggled through life fighting for air
But no one knows, because no one was there