My soul is in prison,
my body is in a fight.
My mind makes the decision,
but my heart keeps it right.

My mind says kill,
but my heart forgives.
My body loses will,
but my soul still lives.

I listen to my heart.
I live through my soul.
I believe it's right
and it keeps my life whole.

Am I wrong?
Who can tell.
My life is a song
and is going quit well.


I have been fortunate.
Although I've had downs.
I will survive every torturement,
that tries to throw me down.

Depression can try.
Try to push me off the cliff,
but I will fly.
Fly above the thrift.

When my journey is completed,
I will die.
But I will die satisfied,
because of all the people that helped my soul fly.