Spinning Circles.

Once again, I find myself longing to share how music is a language in itself that speaks for me.

I wrote this song a while ago for a close friend who was facing a really tough, uncontrollable situation. From her perspective, this situation was unchangeable, bleak, depressing and unhopeful, in every way. As humans, our natural response is to want to blame someone, particularly God. He's meant to be on our side, right? So why on earth would he allow such a horrid circumstance to play itself out?

I wrote this song from this perspective, where it feels as if God had thrown not just one spanner in the works, but many, causing one thing to go wrong after another; the depressive outlook on life did not end.

Spinning Circles

What did I do wrong this time?

Spinning circles in my head

I find my reflection in the pavement here

They sing stories of yesteryear

It's happening all over,

It's happening all over again..

It's happening all over,

It's happening all over again..

You took away all that I had

Crowded rooms welcoming my face

There's no place that I'd hate more to be in

When they sing stories of yesteryear

It's happening all over,

It's happening all over again..

It's happening all over,

It's happening all over again..

There's a hole in my chest

And you're not healing it

Though you'll say you're all loving

And you'll say that you're near

There's no way out of this

Though I quietly persist

And your shadow seems too much to take in..

It's happening all over,

It's happening all over again..

It's happening all over,

It's happening all over again..