my voice fails.

upon my arrival, i either learn to swim or drown, as i struggle for air i see only water and i reach for anything as a cry for help.
i feel my body growing weak
Slipping away, It occurs to me that my cries are worthless
Acknowledging death
I no longer mourn my own loss
And begin to sing praises to the one that has me here
As I sink to my salty grave I drown
No hand to reach for, no ear to listen
Let it be a sweet, sweet sound... In Your ear or God.

Yup.