The Battle

A daily struggle they fight Not knowing how or why Tying to overcome the loneliness of the night Nor understanding why they should even try Some fall by the wayside A few struggle to see the light Countless, endless crystal tears cried Only seeing black and white My wish, perhaps my desire Would be an open embrace, a chance to give all new sight For to place upon them an ecclesiastical attire And walk their hearts through they’re true inner light To open up the deep seeded soul Remove the shackles that blind their hearts Yes, perhaps that would be my goal To make the shadows of depression depart