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