In The Throes





In The Throes


In the throes of depression you’ll find you’re not alone

You’ve got the sadness, the sorrows

And all the fears you call your own



In the silence of loneliness you’ll find it’s not that bad

You got the time to dwell

On all the good times that you had



In the throes of depression

You have got a friend

Someone to rely on

That you can drink up in the end


In the wake of your solitude you’ll see it can’t get worse

You got the sense of belonging

To the darkness that you nurse


In your hours of remembrance you’ll see it ain’t that sad

You know it can’t hurt more

And that might just make you glad