My World

My life is spinning out into space. I think it shows in the lines on my face. People are pulling and pushing. If I fall there’s no cushion Without the pins in it No matter how you spin it. There’s no oxygen in this room. No place for my flower to bloom. People are scratching and clawing. My soul’s guilt it keeps gnawing. If there’s peace I can’t find it. My mind you can’t wind it I want to let go Where no one will know Me and my dreams, Frantic it seems. I’m sending out my SOS. How did I get to be such a mess? Can I find answers in Christ? Does the promise entice? I think I’m too gone To ever hear His sweet song.