Comments about Cesar Molina
A La M E N T O N De P R E S S I O N
1 A lonely tear keeps time,
2 As it slowly lowers itself, afraid to slip and fall and die.
3 Sadness crawls into the day
4 And creeps deep into the night
5 Like a web of perfection spinning failure with might.
6 Life trampled by fear,
7 nothing new dare appear;
8 Sleep divorced by the night
9 weds to the coming day,
10 While pessimism painfully bows its large and heavy head.
11 Lord what is this thing called depression?
12 Some brothers in church say, 'move on! '
13 Some sisters say, 'stand firm! '