In the quiet of a lonely room,
Where shadows weave their tale,
Depression whispers softly,
With a voice so frail.

The walls seem to close in,
As darkness paints the sky,
Loneliness hugs tighter,
As silent teardrops cry.

A heart heavy with echoes,
Of dreams long left behind,
Yet in the depth of sorrow,
A flicker of hope to find.

Through the cracks of solitude,
A light begins to seep,
Though depression holds its grip,
The spirit dares to leap.