You should be frightened when meaning falls off words like clothes off a *******.

(possibly excluding clinical depression)
I have the cure.
Go.
Go help someone.
Go help someone that has so much less than you.
Do it with a pure heart.
Want nothing in return.
Do this seven times a day,
Do it for seven days.
(Don't cheat!)
Then come back and tell me
you're not depressed,
because you won't be.

The source of every **** problem the world has ever known.

I beg you to care.
Find the one thing worthy
of all you thought, time, talent.
He is the single source of meaning.
Without him, all is worthless and vanity.
He wants you and you need him, so desperately.
Search your heart and find the truth, the way, and light.
He will and has broken through the darkest of dreaded nights.
Care.

Laziness is a disease.
You slip into the breeze
that carries you to where
you did not want to go.
Don't let me stumble
into the mud.
Keep me humble,
wash me with your blood.
Bring me to my knees.
Laziness is a disease.

Feeling,
Deep-set and overpowering.
Emotion,
Enticing and intriguing.
No, I say no in His name.
Because when your presence is high,
I squander and lie.
So come Spirit,
take control once more.
Thank you Spirit,
you're faithful and sure.