When we sit,
unmoving, it is
when the depths
of depression, may
start over again.
When we sit,
unmoving, it is
when the depths
of depression, may
start over again.
Here, I do sit
A powerless twit,
That is afraid to say
About this day
And about tomorrow's dawn,
Or life beyond.
The fear I have,
Comes every day
And just won't go away.
I hate the weakness
Inside of me
And pray that God
Will also see,
A man who is trying,
Even though he's crying
Inside, so no one can see,
His intense fight with agony.