Tides

Its high tide,
And I'm drowning in your waters;
Floating in your thraldom,
I see only what you let me,
When my head pokes above water
Its high tide,
 and I'm drowning, drowning, drowning

Now its low tide,
And I’ve washed up on shore
Sitting damp and cold,
I see the seaweed on the sand,
And the barnacles on the beach,
Now that I'm free from your grasp;
So glad to breathe again,
Its low tide,
And its rising again.