Im bruised, and Im battered, Im beaten inside.
This pain in my heart Im finding so hard to hide...

I'm His, because of Calvary,
I'm His, because He came...

You's gave me hope..
You's gave me reason...

I sat beneath the apple trees,
On a beautiful spring day...

I know that it is winter,
and sometimes I've dismal days...

Sneaking quietly down the stairs...
In pink pyjamas with teddy bear...

Christmas can be special
Christmas can be sad...

Close to you I want to be
yes, for all eternity...

Come stay with me, and be my love.
Please dry my silent tears, because...

I lie awake and think of you...
My thoughts are deep and longing too...

*This is a poem ( a Triolet) written about my fear...
Darkness crawls around they call it night...

Depression, is worse than any pain
Depression, isnt going insane...