Salvation PleaseSalvation comes in many forms,But I have yet to see,What ray of hope or beam of light,Is going to shine for me.I have looked to the sky,As Ive fallen on the ground,But no matter how long I wait,No salvation can be found.Im at the end of the tunnel now,With no promising moments in sight,So now I must question myself,On how to deal with my plight.But this is my prayer,My final plea,Dearest salvation,Please find your way to me.
Me, the Evil Monkey, the Dog..Im sitting in my living room,Staring at the fireplace,Youll never guess what I saw,It was an evil monkeys face.The monkey and I didnt talk much,He was busy smoking a cigar,And while he did I could feel myself,Coughing from the fumes of tar.The dog was much more pleasant,In his backward baseball cap,He didnt have much to say though,Just the occasional yap.The mouse however,Had a lot more to say,He stood on the dogs shoulder,And told me about his way.It isnt easy being made of stone,Fragmented as we are,Not everybody can see us,Their imaginations dont stretch this far.Sometimes we just feel,A lot more than alone,Because its just we three,Even when youre home.I tried to introduce my mum,But she couldnt see my new friend,And even when I pointed him out,She said I was going round the bend.
Garden of EdenShe is my Garden of Eden,And she is in full bloom,From the fruits to the flowers,A garden to lift my gloom.Created by a generous god,For the whole world to see,Everyone has there own Eden,And this one is just for me.I sit on a bench in my garden,And enjoy the phenomenal view,Eden is more than just a sanctuary,It's more because of you.
My DepressionThese walls are closing in again,My world gets that little bit smaller,While claustrophobia sets in,I suddenly remember being taller.I remember towering over people,Before I lost my self worth,And now my insignificance,Feels bigger than the Earth.My family tell me they love me,All hoping that Ill get better,But quietly I suffer myself,As my cheeks slowly get wetter.They stood by my side in hospital,They brought me home too,Yet futility wont leave me alone,I hate not knowing what to do.I promise to keep trying though,Even if I never get well,Im sure happiness is waiting from me,When I can clamber out of my hell.
The Sky is DownA lamppost sways,Side to side,As tires splash,While whizzing by,The clouds go grey,And greyer still,And rain attacks,My windowsill.Leaves they fall,Spinning round,Umbrellas up,But inside out,Hoods pulled tight,As faces frown,The weather sucks,The sky is down.