Coming up for a breath of air
Wondering if I look worse for wear
How did I let it get here again?
When exactly did it begin?
Doing good, happy smile, bright
Gone in the morning after a long dreary night
Of worry, regret, confusion; pain
Does God look upon me in disdain?
That dark cloud returned upon my back
Ready to unleash an anxiety attack
Depression is it’s clinical name
Seratonin draining is it’s game
Maybe it’s an old enemy with a new face
Trying to take my feet out of their place
But wait! There’s a rock upon which I can stand
A Gentleman, Comforter, take His hand
He’s got an answer for me, always will
He whispers, “I’ll lift your head, child be still”