Release Will Come

It seems to be depression

But I do not wish to die

No matter the amount of unanswered questions

I will never call to suicide

I, in fact, want to live

But so much restriction my life now has to give

It seems I may never get out

Though it rains, I feel the drought

The skies give their call

As stars shine

With wings refusing to fall

When will come my time?

I feel so lost

Though I knew exactly where to walk

Easily I could diverge from the path

But I know of that action's heavy cost

How terrible it is to do nothing

When you know you could do much more than your current something

For every day I watch and wait

Waiting for release at the gate

I know when freedom will come

Only a year my dear!

But a year can be so long

When so much weight is on

The day the sun shines brightest

I will breathe my best

For nothing will confine me then

And I will never be chained again.