Depression takes hold when the leaves turn green.
Time is a thief that turns teachings to tales.
Where all is anew yet life is fading the screen;
And freedom although rare becomes the cage’s nails
Feeling all the beauty and love abound;
For some will decide to wrap around.
But those who feel they have nothing
Don’t usually see it quite as touching.
The days may be warm and bright
But hearts are filled with torment.
Life will look as dark as night
That not a soul will be able to prevent.
Happiness is lost in a sea of doom.
When most are joyful, one is full of gloom.
The hours drag on with not a thing to do;
And the world seems red, while one sees blue.
Not sure of what to say
When all is bright and clear;
For no one sees the side
Of what one calls a tear.