Fallen down deep into a pit of despair,
Gasping at breaths but purchasing no air.
Once free to roam without any cares,
Now just a creature in an inextricable snare.
What can the purpose of this life be?
Fighting battles in darkness no one can see.
The enemies are vast, fearless and bold
There’s silence and sadness here in this cold.
The warm embrace of the sun’s gentle light,
Obscured by confusion, nothing seems right.
Without the love and a soft soothing touch,
Life seems to wither to nothing else much.
One day the skies will all be clear,
And bright rays of hope will again appear.
The breeze will blow the clouds of gray,
Carrying desperation and melancholy away.
And maybe with a twist of fate,
A path of love will replace the hate.
Throw me a rope down this pit of despair,
Let me know you’ll help and you still care.