Alive
©2009 Pilar French (BMI)

How did I get here, drifting out to sea?
Yesterday, everything was so clear.
Now everything’s gone gray.

One minute I’m righted and going strong.
Another minute and the bow breaks and everything’s gone.

Captured and capsized, drifting out to sea.
Caught up in a riptide, I yell for you but you can’t hear me.

Did I throw it all away? I didn’t throw it all away.
She tries to drag me down, but still I fight and thrive.
Don’t tell me I shouldn’t be alive.
Alive. Alive.

Dissonant laughter to keep me company.
Am I here or hereafter six days lost at sea?

Did I throw it all away? I didn’t throw it all away.
She tries to drag me down, but still I fight and thrive.
Don’t tell me I shouldn’t be alive.
Alive. Alive.