Patience.
Until the day breaks,
And you hear the sound a bird makes
And the sun breaks into sight.
Though there's silence now and there is no light--
Not even a glimmer to pull the trigger by.
When you thought that dying was a comforting lie,
And deep despair paralyzed your existence,
You had no energy to hear my insistence
That everything changes, everything changes.
Valleys can rise till they're high mountain ranges,
Oceans become deserts, old junk is the new must-have;
Depression will turn into joy someday; just have
Patience.
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