In the canyons of despair,
I've often lost my way.
My depression gets so deep,
I can't see the light of day.

Depression seems to quash,
any will I have to live.
Despair then makes me fear,
what life might have to give.

Depression clouds my thinking,
makes me wish my life was through.
Despair keeps me from seeing,
that this is so untrue.

Depression if I'm happy,
Always brings me down.
Then despair takes over,
and in despair I drown.

Depression from my problems,
makes me want to hide.
despair is that cold feeling,
that all hope for me has died.

Depression makes me think,
things are wrong right from the start.
Despair convinces me it's true,
deep inside my heart.

Depression causes my delusion,
that I'd be better off dead.
Despair is why I pick up my gun,
and put it to my head.

Depression makes me believe,
my problems will get bigger.
Despair convinces me to give up,
and I finally pull the trigger.
D.L. Crockett -- 4/28/97