DEPRESSION, A MILD WORD
It's with me in the morningThroughout the hours of night
My lifes been built on darkness
There seems to be no light?
How do I escape this dreaded dump?
The walls they are so steep
And to the floor flat on my face
Where I begin to weep
Terror is my outlook
Fear my o nly speach
My spirit has been broken
So it's emptiness I preach
Doctors, Lawers, friends advice
They seem so much to care?
I try to take it to my heart
Relief I find nowhere
The Lords my Shepherd I shall not want
Words I belive are true
Oh will it happen in my youth
Before my life is through?
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