Bring Back the Sun
They tell me depression is on the rise
In southern California where the sun
Supposedly always shines there are signs
It has been so long since sun met our eyes
That melancholia has now begun
To sneak into the supermarket lines
Psychological sorrow psychic pains
Are zig-zagging across the freeway lanes
Trying to equalize and stabilize
Our mood within this constant rain of late
Has tipped the scales of many to create
Depression of unmanageable size
All night all day no matter what they say
About it the rain will not go away
They worry about it on the telly
But we feel helpless as we realize
As they speak of cut-off lows and storm cells
We are cut-off in our personal hells
Our hillsides are now turning to jelly
So they say depression is on the rise
It is not in our heads but in our skies
Bring back the fun O Lord bring back the sun
+Steven Curtis Lance
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