TO ALL WHO FIGHT THE DEMON OF MENTAL ILLNESS YOU ARE NOT ALONE
I spent too much time
Trapped behind a wall
I heard all the good voices
But was only the bad I could recall
I tried to climb over top
And searched from side to side
But felt like I was caught
In the grasp of a rip tide
I've finally found a ladder
And I'm almost to the top
When I've scaled and start to run
I hope I never stop
I want the sight of that wall
To be my very last
Green pastures for my future
Brick walls to be my past
