Mind Heart Soul

The Maze

my depression is a maze
i'm running in a frantic craze
trying to find the end
i will no longer pretend
that i know where i am
that i have some sort of plan
to get out, to be free
so i'll cry softly
everyday i have wept
when suddenly i hear footsteps
i peel my hands from my eyes
and much to my surprise
i see a group of kids
they have found where i hid
"we're broken like you"
like me? i never knew
they pick me up and take my hands
"we don't know where we're going
but we'll find the promised land"
and we start to walk
walk together
walk through the maze
we won't be here forever