Over here it's different...There is no sunlight on this side...there is no basking amongst the happening scenery...Over here...everyone swims...not because they want to, but because they have to...at least if they wanna survive, they do...Even the little fish don't like swimming in the ocean over here, and the water is much deeper than at the nice beaches...So if you forget how to swim, there really isn't anyone to remind you when you need it most...'Cause everyone else is trying to remember, too...They're trying to keep they're own head above the water....But not everyone's memory proves well on these beaches...And the water isn't as clear as the other beaches either...When somebody does forget how to swim, and they can't keep above the water, they can't look up and see how far they sank...It's too dark, too murky...The undertow is too strong at that depth, so the ones that do fight their way back up are lucky...but luck isn't too common around here, and we can only imagine what happened to the most that never do make it...Maybe they fought til the end?...Maybe...But we only tell ourselves that for a little hope...Or perhaps they just gave up...Sure we're not to think such thoughts, but we all know deep down, more than a few times, we've thought about doing the same....Hope's just as rare as luck around here...
But that's how it is over here...Our waters aren't clear...Our waters aren't shallow...And our Sun doesn't seem to shine...At least at these beaches they aren't...Everyone swims...But not all at the same beach...If we had a choice, we wouldn't swim here...But this is all that was given to us...It's not as nice as those other beaches...No...nowhere near as nice...But we still gotta swim, maybe a little harder, a little stronger, but we still gotta swim...'Cause over here, if we want to survive, the waters are too dangerous not to....