| P.O.W. January 19, 2001 Justene Martin |
Depression's a terrible place to be Locked up in a cold dark room A prison cell without any walls Surrounded by nothing but gloom. The jailer looks strangely familiar, He's mean, and he holds the key He looks to torment and taunt you Oh No! He looks just like me! There are other prisoners in here The number grows day by day The hopeless, The faithless, the fearful Each bound up in his own way. The warden's a horrible creature He leers through invisible bars, And every day, he comes to say What a rotten person you are. One day turns into another And hopelessness turns to despair Sometimes you sit here and wonder Does anyone else know you're here? You think you're an innocent victim Of the war you tried to wage, But the war was really within you You locked your own self in this cage! There's an advocate waiting to free you He's waiting til you say the word. He has to have your permission Before His voice can be heard. He's gentle and kind and forgiving, You must trust Him, He knows what to do! He stands there waiting to free you, The choice is all up to you! Would you start to release the others? Those who are chained here with you? Like Anger and Guilt and Shame? Would you do all that you can do To release the hidden parts of you These starving prisoners of war? So that when you are free, you are free indeed, What more could you ever ask for?!? |