The Way Out

I feel like I’m being crushed by a beam

Because everything isn’t always what it seems

I’m in disgust with my life

And all of its being

I have so much hurt & doubt

I don’t know which way is the route

Then I see your light, O God

And I slowly find the way out

As you help pull me out of Satan drought

And his very might

I am losing control

And falling into a Satan filled hole

Being consumed

And going by what everyone assumes

Then I slowly find the way out

As you help pick me up out of Satan drought

And his very doubt

That he has of me and all my being

Thank you God,

For not being a fraud

Like so many things of this world

And always being the way out