For The Depressed

Depression is a simple expression of a human regression,
we run away into an inner world of mixed emotions,
we don't know what to do, we don't know what to say, we
don't know whom to call,
we want someone to reach in with a magic wand and fix the
world for our right,
there is a plot within, one to block us thin, make our aura
disappear, make us feel the fear.

Hold out tight, you've got to fight, keep holding straight
don't lose your mind, you have to know
that everything will be alright,
the now is morbid the future I cannot tell, but know this
well - it exists, its there, your happiness is in a cell,
break it you must, get free and change your harsh reality.

Upto you it is, upto me as is, to be here for you and to
show you beyond this curtain of yourself.