Breaking My Fall
Gotta find a way
To slow my decay,
Of life drifting in a
storm tossed sea
What you say you've
come to see,
Is really not like me,
Time to break my fall,
My descent to stall
So when next I wake,
My heart will no longer ache
My assumptions I must shake,
Of them, I wonder why do I make?
The truth to appear a fake,
Not much more can I take
Sidewalk below,
I'm approaching fast,
My very next breath,
Might well be my last
Think God will provide
me with a bungee cord of love?
And catch me in time
from his perch above?
Thus to restore the faith
I know I so need,
And stop my soul,
from it's constant bleed?
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