The depression is eating me alive
As Enormous pressure digs deep
I wonder if my soul can revive
For my soul is in desperate need
Wanting to be in a peaceful meadow
While the rays of sun strike my skin gently
Not drowning in a sea so deep below
Nor being judged intently
I want to walk with my head high
Destroying every low spirit talk
I don’t want to live in the fear to die
Or worst in the fear of mock
I don’t desire perfection or the finest thing
Nor I want people with poinsous fangs
I just want my life to be in sync
By the ancient concept of yin and yang