For me it’s:

Crossing that bridge, with lessons I’ve learned
Playing with fire and not getting burned.
I may not know what you’re going through.
But time is the space between me and you.

Prayer for the Dying, by Seal (1994).

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    I salute at the threshold of the North Sea of my mind And I nod to the boredom that drove me here to face the tide And I swim, I swim, oh swim Dip a toe in the ocean, oh how it hardens and it numbs The rest of me is a version of man built to collapse in crumbs And if I hadn’t come now to the coast to disappear I may have died in a landslide of rocks and hopes and fears So I swim until you can’t see land Swim until you can’t see land Swim until you can’t see land Are you a man? Are you a bag of sand?

    Up to my knees now, do I wade, do I dive? The sea has seen my like before, though it’s my first and perhaps last time Let’s call me a baptist, call this a drowning of the past She is there on the shoreline throwing stones at my back So I swim until you can’t see land Swim until you can’t see land Swim until you can’t see land Are you a man? Are you a bag of sand?

    And the water is taller than me And the land is a marker line All I have is a body adrift in water, salt and sky