Depression, can last for days
And keep you in a constant haze.
Your thoughts, misshapen and lacking taste,
It is such a waste, oh such a waste.

May I touch your hand, to remember,
How our love, has endured?
Can I hug and hold you,
Until I am, re-assured,
That you won't suddenly leave,
When I am not fully cured?

These days of ours, are so uncertain,
I pray there won't be a final curtain.
Why is that, you may ask, today?
It's because I'm not ready, to go away.

The serenity of our life, is still
That time, that is so tranquil.
Must we succumb, to those, gone before,
That left this life, through open door?
I know not what words to say,
Then to praise God, on this day.