The Depression

The room is quiet, it's raining outside.
Wet is the concrete, now my cat is running wild.
I am full of agony, and the youth is on a ride.
Tell me were I found the truth that loves mankind.
Cause I'm so low.

I'm walking to and fro, to and fro,
I never seem to move the show,
Walking to and fro, to and fro,
tell me were it's right to go.
To and fro, to and fro.
Please let me know, please let me go.

Where it's right, down and out (quite right.)
I'm not entangled with my dreams.
Chasing rainbows it looks so mean, it's not my theme.
Cause I'm so slow.

Round and round and up and down,
I'm walking in an endless circle.
The leafs on the trees get yellow by compassion,
and the autumn wind lays them on the ground.

Why am I so lonely and helpless, can't you see?
Please give me understanding that will set me free.
Tell me where I'll find the truth that loves mankind.
Cause I'm fading away.

I'm walking to and fro, to and fro,
I never seem to move the show,
Walking to and fro, to and fro,
tell me were it's right to go.
To and fro, to and fro.
Please let me know, please let me go.

Will I leave this emptiness, or continue in distress?
There's no way that I can leave it all,
by this natural strength that is too small.
Someone touch me!


The Daydreamer

I dreamt that I was on a boat somewhere,
far away out on the sea.
And the lukewarm and salty ocean wind
quickened the mind of me.

And the seagulls in the sky are singing, I don't know what.
The crashing of the waves is tender.

So just there in my dream I realised,
I saw my situation clear.
I knelt down the deck and prayed
and asked Jesus to come in.

And then when I opened up my eyes,
I surely had been sleeping.
I found myself kneeling on the floor,
and I heard the sound of weeping.

And the precence that had filled my core with peace,
was surely not a trick.
Then I knew that Jesus was the perfect supply for me.