Depression is a black dog of grief and pain, large and showing its teeth
Black dog of depression will get you one day!
Black dogs will find you, don't let them sink their teeth in.
Black dog of dark days be gone from me,
the hounds of hell snap at my feet.
I feel the pull towards the peace,
but havoc and noise is what I meet.
You can not choose what greets you each day,
only how to fight, in the sun or the shade,
bring it on , black hound of pain,
for when love smiles, you will be done.
I can not think, concentrate, breathe,
I stumble in to the pain in my head,
tripping at your feet black dog,
but my child smiles and then you are dead.
One day you will be gone,you will wake no more,
But for now you have my courage on the floor.