Shattered windows, broken dreams,
seemed to be all that was left of me,
and as I walk around this splintered wood,
I start to think of all that should be,
but never got to be,

As I walk through this broken home,
I think of all the pain,
I have come to know,
and I look up at the moon,
how brightly it glows,
and what does this come to show?

Dawn breaks in this sad place,
and a bit of hope floods,
this broken home,
rids it of all the pain it has come to know,
and what does all this come to show?

Happiness is reachable,
and depression is beatable,
as long as you follow through