I lay in my bed lost

February 7, 2008
By Bryan LeBlanc, Salem, MA

I lay in my bed lost
My soul covered with frost
As I start to shiver
My soul begins to wither

The tears fall down my face
As I try to find my place
In this lonely world
All so cold

I begin to cry
As I start to try
To change my fate
For it’s not too late

The tears begin to fade
As I regret the choices I made
In my dark and gloomy past
I know this depression won’t last

So I begin to see
There is hope for me
As my soul begins to shine
For I am glad this life is mine

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