The air goes in,
To reach the lung,
It powers our voices,
When hymns are sung.
We move our limbs,
To reach expecting arms,
And fall into them,
Raising no alarms,
We think each day,
Of ideas new,
We dream what may,
Someday be true,
We love and feel,
We weep and heal,
We live and grow,
We learn to know,
That life is precious,
Its our treasure trove,
Its something that most,
Grow up to love,
But a certain few,
Who've faced darker nights,
Don't know the value,
Of their inner light,
So they end their pain,
Thinking it'll forever last,
They end their future,
Because they hate their past.
//To anyone facing depression or having a bad time--it will get better, I promise. Please don't hurt yourself or the people around you. Get help from a trusted source and value life.//
