The Ice

I fell through the ice
I was looking for a wife
Opening my eyes as she expired

Now I am surrounded by
Biblical proportions while
Shadows nearly form then fall away

Plastic bags are loaded guns
Loaded guns are lead balloons
And choking is my way of knowing you

And you there
I lost you for a moment
Can you hear
This weary footsoldier
Come up for air
In need of one shoulder
Are you there
Are you there
I’ve been into the darkness and unknown
Nothing is as it was before
If I told you what I saw
Would you tell my daughter
‘Cause she’s gonna need to know
Would you tell it all to her
Would you tell her then I’m gone
Would you tell