A State Of Depression

Speak out my dear Why hath thou in a state of depression? Speak out my dear I stand here waiting for thy confession Depression is not a sign of weakness Neither an indication of madness I stand here not to judge you Simply to take heed to what is true Depression is not a crime It only calls for love through time Depression is a silent voice Rooted deep inside to stop a crying noise Speak out my dear Why hath thou in a state of depression? Speak out my dear I stand here waiting for thy confession What have you lost along the way? Retrace your steps, I say Who have you lost? Take heart, everything in life must rust What is it you want? Grant me a permit in your hunt But first of all let me be blunt Condemn yourself not for your mistakes That is what it takes for you to be awake Life is meant to be messy and greasy The road is not meant to be easy Speak out my dear Why hath thou in a state of depression? Speak out my dear I stand here as a friend My compassionate heart is yours to lend Merely to give you inspiration And redeem you of your depression Thus, speak out my dear! Why hath thou in a state of depression? Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi www.sylviachidi.com