Over the hills and through the trees.
The feeling we feel to finally be free.
Through the swamp and the creek.
It feels just like you've fallen asleep.
I creep and crawl over the logs.
And jump around like a big old dog.
To try to find a place of peace.
And finally feel a grand release.
March, march, follow your leader.
Feeling like you really don't need her.
You hate her strongly and you want to die.
Maybe not, you just wish you could fly.
Anger fills you through the hike.
But you keep walking forward, just in spite.
Step by stop you keep on the path.
But your thoughts seem to just fill you with rath.
"If I could just run far far away,"
Is really what you want to say,
But no, you're stuck and you can't move.
So no matter what you do, you lose.
Your depression tells you about suicide,
Your anxiety just wants to run and hide,
Society wants you to fix the mess,
You just want to sit and rest,
Your hounded with work you can not do,
So you and think, and sit, and wait, and stew,
Till your brain tips and begins to pour out.
And anger spills, like a water spout.
No one seems to understand,
Your depression puts you in this horrible land,
There is no escape, to all this hate,
And no one can help you in this stone cold state,
But wait, you see a light in the dark,
And thoughts start to change like a tiny spark,
You've made it through the swamp and the creek,
And your thoughts have all begun to peak.
It's a clearing in the trees that you see,
A straitened path we walk, you and me.
White flowers cover each side of the path,
And you feel yourself begin to laugh.
The path opens up, and you're on top of a hill,
And you climb it up, cause you now have the will.
Wind hits your face with a mighty blow.
And you feel that time begins to slow
You look to your right and problems fade away,
Peace fills your mind, you know it won't stay,
But you can see there is something far beyond,
And it's all because of the view of a pond.
