The music of my soul has ceased
and all because a heartless beast
refuses to release its grip
and set my spirit free.
The big black dog. A dark gray cloud.
Depression's pall is like a shroud
that wraps around my lifeless soul
and robs my joy of air.
Depression is a living death
depriving me of needed breath.
It mocks my faith incessantly
while holding hostage hope.
O Giver of eternal light
illuminate this endless night
and lead me from this prison cell
into the warmth of day.