Sadness is a beating heart It allows you to feel, but is only one part Depression won't ever go away Its the lungs and the liver, and it has to stay And there is no cure for parts of you All you can do is sit there and be blue But you won't be alone when you tell your tale I will sit beside you until your organs fail
only kind words can cure sadness, and there aren't enough of those now a days, so hang in there, and when they finally get around to you, you wont need them anymore