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?