The Subtle Beast

For all those suffering with it, and All the Loved Ones Praying.

Depression is a Subtle Beast

Do not allow it in the Least

For it has the power to Devour you Whole

And can cause you to lose your Very Soul

And the Loved Ones who'd do Anything

Pray for changes maybe next Spring

But in Time the Will loses Hope

AS the the Beast leaves them with No way to Cope

And the Tears flow and then they Dry

The Child within wonders Why

There's no laughter in the Darken Gloom

No place for Joy there is no Room

Nothing Matters, Nothing at All

What was so Big has become so Small

There was a man here at One Time

And now a Shell and an Empty Rhyme

The thoughts of Others never Come

Cuz the Darkness has blocked out the Sun

And the Thoughts of how Huge your Problems Are

Has blocked out All the Shining Stars

And as you're Lying with No Hope Left

The Ringing has you wishing to be Deft

All you possess is a Troubled Heart

And you have No thoughts of a New Start

But then in some Miraculous Way

A Spark falls and wishes to Stay

You roll over and Allow it to Exist

And in this begins the Twist

You begin to Feel there might be a Chance

That one day you may want to return to the Dance

And your Sky maybe is not Completely Black

You might One Day fight your Way Back

The Warrior reaches for his Staff

And asks that Prayers be offered in His Behalf

He asks the Curtains be Opened Wide

That the Warmth may Come and Abide

This is how the Child finds his Way

Following the Clues Everyday

Not wishing for a Million Dollars

But only that One Day He again can Holler

I AM FREE