Into the field I ride,
On a pretty, little white horse.
Feeling like a princess,
With a bit of remorse.
Sorrow and pain,
My greatest fear of all.
Catch me for once,
And don’t let me fall.
A fall off my horse,
Results in a sadness.
I am now in a world,
Of total blackness.
“May every day be dark and stormy,
For this one girl!” Says Depression.
“May all her emotions be,
Acts of aggression!”
Depression, creeping towards me,
Black ghostly figure, ruby red eyes.
Looking down on me,
With such hatred and despise.
In the distance, a white stallion appears,
With an ever so charming prince to my saving.
While Depression,
My soul he’s craving.
‘Hurry, hurry!’ I think to myself.
“I’m coming!” the hero shouts.
Coming closer and closer,
The Prince is just in time, “Get out! Out!”
“Thou shall not be in pain.
Thou shall be in love.
Thou shall love thyself.
Thyself shall be proud of.”
