Out of Control

Falling, 

Falling, 

Falling down. 

No nets or ropes in sight. 

Spinning,

Spinning,

Spinning ‘round.

Surrender to free flight. 

All those things you want to hold,

To protect within your arms. 

All those details you need to know,

To keep away from harm. 

They all pile up within your grasp,

For a moment you might think.

That you have everything figured out,

There’s not one single chink. 

But no matter how much you try,

You can’t control it all. 

They’ll sneak out of your loving hold,

And out of reach they’ll fall. 

So when you feel sick with stress,

‘Cause everything’s spinning by. 

Open your arms and release them all, 

Let faith be your trusted guide.