If you're hurting and about to fall,
And there's no friend that can be found,
You're standing in Depression's hall,
And your own despair is the only sound.
Icy darkness folds around you,
Sucking heat from your heart's warm breath,
There is no light to show the true,
And Final Hope has passed in death.
This is the time to test your meaning,
To embrace the journey to which you were born,
To raise your voice in heartache's keening,
And smile on the pain of a bold new dawn.
Don't look down but only up,
Feel the beauty of bird wings flapping,
Taste warm tea in an empty cup,
And hear the sound of one hand clapping.