Depression is a foul beast
Unpredictable, unknowable,
filling the room with his stench.

He knows you have no weapon,
no way to destroy him,
only to self-destruct.

But every shadow has a light,
every monster has a heart,
every cloudy day has a sun.

Use your love, your happiness, your joy,
Use the optimism as your weapon
and fire it straight into the heart of the beast.

The other soldiers will hear the shot
and they will know that you have won
and they will find hope.