6 Aug 2001

Depression

Time has stopped;the wind has stilled
The falling leaves just halted in mid-air
Oh sweet flowers that ceased to bloom,
Do not fret, do not fret, do not fret.

The tide came in, the waves rose high
The spray froze as bubbles in air
Your sail is right, but you will drown
And stay that way deep down, deep down.

My heart has stopped, my mind goes on
My brain is consumed in figuring all out
Oh life without a soul, body without a heart
You will cease, you will cease, you will cease.

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