WINDOWS

It is a window to my soul that it is very cloudy.
I try to wipe it but the more I wipe at it the
more cloudy it gets.I want this to be clean.
When I close my eyes the images won't leave
me. I want to run,but the more i run the
closer it gets to me.I see the face of the world
and I see the face of God. He pull me and the
world pulls back at me. The more the world pulls
that cloud get bigger. But I hold on for dear life
as if it is the last breath I take. The bigger it
get the heavier it will be. I take this and I will run to your arms