Depression, a duet by Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu and Bro Chines

DEPRESSION

(a reminder to the depressed: You're loved and you belong here)

I could tell, from the texture of her voice,

that sadness is resident in her core:

Not one word could boast of silk,

but coarse like alligator skin

crawling closer to the call of the sea

I could by merely looking at his eyes tell.

How drowned his soul is in the ocean of pain

No matter how excited his appearance look

Pain and sadness looms over him.

Even his eyes betrays him

But, love lives down the lane

there where we walk briskly by

In long handshakes and hugs

In the normal reply, "I'm Fine"

it's the wind saying 'you're loved and you belong here'

The eyes of those you inspire,

Beckoning on you to move on

The silenced whose voices you echoed

would you leave them voiceless?

I know the other world is better

But you color the canvas of earth so bright

Over there, you could rest forever, true that,

but here you dot our darkness with stars

You make the world amazing

And your presence surge life into the weak

You're the colors of the rainbow.

You fragrance like that of after the rain!

You're the aroma of dust and rain

a reminder that it shall be well

Stay, you make the world go round.

Stay, you mean so much to us!

And if you chose to bid farewell,

on your tombstone shall be this:

you're loved and you belonged here.

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