While the Tide is Still Low

My back feels like a waterslide has ripped open
splinters I'm carrying a cross so heavy, I've
got water through my eyes and roses under my feet,
people below me thinking good things pleasing God,
I'm no saint no but I please God sometimes yes yes I do.
Roses flowers opening up to say to God yes I am doing ok yes
the radio even agrees with me- clouds above me raining poetry,
in the radio, in lyrics, in the Holy Spirit- it's not that hard.
It's pretty easy actually. Life can be pretty difficult sometimes,
But just.... it's so hard sometimes- it hurts, it makes me cry.
Feels bad- but just go with it, because we wanted something so bad.
And we tried and twisted, and played "Twister" until we fell,
with our family members, and played all those games, until
we fell all body parts, all musical instruments garbled, all
staticky. But we've got to stop drinking all this while people
are gasping for air, we've got to put away our bloody lipstick,
while animals are trapped in cages, and begging for their mothers!
Stop stepping into the pool with ease, walk away from the beach,
while the tide is still low...