Depression sneaks in the back door
Days are spent crawling on the floor
Reaching to God with both my hands
Begging for him to reveal his plans

Frustration builds inside this soul
Making my heart turn so frigidly cold
Angry & bitter the man I’ve become
Makes me just want to turn & run

A hatred of many boiling inside
I wasn’t ready to take this ride
Skin crawling through each miserable day
Which drug do I take to make me OK

Patience we are taught to have
But easier for us just to grab
Time seems to stand leisurely still
What will carry me up this dreaded hill

Still haunted by images of graves
Visions gleaming of my last days
A desire I have to push them away
Ignoring what the voices I hear say

To God I look for strength & power
Like a bee pollinating a flower
End the depression that’s eating me
Show me the life you want me to see