Forward always straight
Was his trait.
Till the confidence,
The depression ate.
...
OUR FEARS WE FIGHT
AND FOR SURVIVAL, WE STRIVE.
STRONG AND FEARLESS
IN THE DARK WE STAND.
...
The Depressed Soul
Forward always straight
Was his trait.
Till the confidence,
The depression ate.
Scribbled loud and clear
Reading while we shed a tear
His message we received too late.