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Silent Symphony: A Journey Through Depression

The birds may still be singing

But their songs I cannot hear

 

The flowers may be blooming.

But I cannot tell you where

 

The waves may still be splashing

But I cannot feel their spray

 

The stars may still be shining

But where, I cannot say

 

The breeze may still be swishing

But I cannot feel its touch

 

These things for me are missing

And I mourn them oh so much

 

My head, my limbs are heavy

My hope, my spirit gone

 

My heart, my soul lie weeping

Oh, how can I go on.




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