Depression calls, a cold voice
beckoning me closer.
I feel your body lying next to me,
and I just want this to be over.
Depression calls and the path is so inviting,
promising dark shadow for me to hide in.
But your strong hand keeps me by your side.
Please take this pain I feel,
make me not want to hide.
Depression calls and I
feel myself slipping away.
But this is not what I want,
I want to live and breathe
and see more then just this day.
Depression reaches out to me,
with a long and bony hand.
And I look back to you,
back to where I want to be,
far away from this depressive land.
Depression calls, filled with such pain,
down the worn and lonely track.
I'm just praying to whoever is listening
that you could love me
enough to hold me back.
