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Ode To Depression Am I to be damned to eternal gloom, For my soul will there be no room. Will my depressions ever rise, To carry me to the waiting skies. To look below and see the Earth, No binding straps but joyful mirth. Will I ever be free from deathly lows, I surely will not suffer blows. My nature is of the sunny kind, A broken body yet a healthy mind. Free me from my dismal face, Lead me to that heavenly grace. Lift my depressive thoughts from me, Open my heart that I may see, The powerful love that awaits for me. © Bernard Shaw http://members.teleweb.at/bernard.shaw/poetry.html [log in to unmask]