Spinning, spinning out of control
blackness darker than charcoal

Dimmer, dimmer grows the light
seemingly no help in sight

Freezing, freezing I am so cold
how can one so young be so old

Pleading, pleading God help me
show the light that I might see

Comforting, comforting with the warmth of your arm
keep me safe from all that harm

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