Babble on oh brook of sighs
As thine hand rests on your silver shine
Reflections of my heart devine
Ripple out in wasted time

Mirrored faces lay upon my mind so dear
Cannot I see through this turmoil of fear
Yet my hand does rest so sweet
Upon your silver water

How dropplets now hang on tight
To the tips of my fingers
Before they fall back into you
This babbling brook I see

Birds sing up high in trees that shade
Your banks where love was made
Yet quietly the brook flows past
As the hand of love rests upon its silver mask

The man on TV comes on and says
Zombies might come let's protect our heads
For they eat brains and flesh
I just smile and munch another egg

Laughing at him preach to all
About the hordes of zombies
Taking over the mall
Wearing wellies and summer hats
Eating Mr Jones from the potpourri stall

My laughter drowns out this bleak news
As down the lanes and through the mews
The living dead march right on
Singing the words of the dead soul song

Tears fall down my cheeks
With laughter now that just peeks
Catching my breath there's a knock at the door
Holy hell the zombies want more
Agggggghhhhggg

Depression is like an ocean of demons, you have to learn to swim or they will catch you.
it's a battle against your own mind, no matter how hard you try they will come back to haunt you.
It's sleepless nights, tiresome day. Feeling numb, emotions go wild, but you always paint on a smile.
It's pretending everything is ok when really you're trapped in a hell you wish you could escape.

Depression is a cut so deep, you cover it up because you don't want people to see. Everytime you look at it you feel ashamed and weak.
Depression is being in a room full of people and still feeling so alone. It's feeling frustrated with yourself because you wish that for just one second your brain could switch off, it's wishing you could feel true happiness but it's been so long you don't even know what tru happiness is anymore.
What is depression?  it's an ocean of demons, if you don't swim you'll drown.

Vanilla and patchouli serenade my mind
My eyes close tight at the dream now
Floating in my head.
Wine dances on my tongue in
Streams of pure delight
As the laughter of your kiss lingers
On my parched lips

My head thrown back I sink deep down
Into arms that once held me tight
In a memory

The crackle of the open fire
Speaks of passion
And I remember how we laid bare
Our inhibitions
Ah memories on this cold fine night
Until the morrow when
A memory can become whole

Harpsichord melodies sing
Upon a butterflies wings
As from flower to medow it now flies
Whilst the summer skies look down

Darting on the winds of time
Sailing gliding flying high
Stopping by the poppy so red
Resting wing's on the flower bed

Onto the next on a song from the trees
Weeping willows bend with ease
Natures brook babbles along
And still she flies with wings of love

And when the moon appears high at dusk
Stillness reaches out to all
Rest little butterfly tired and spent
For the land will be yours when day break falls