"A voice on the breath of the wind"

Separation Depression is the purest grief A personal grieving The disappointment of belief Turning from believing To doubt about without relief Except the relieving Of death as end of everything Where looks are deceiving With all death as most life unknown A solemn song to sing A lonely song to sing alone Of separation and leaving A voice on the breath of the wind Is rising through the night Depression has come to its end The only way it could A soul escaping rises free Ascending toward the light Where everything is understood And finally I see The way I always dreamed I would That I had grieved for me And for the separation of Myself as separate from love +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX