A doctor gave me a test To see if I was depressed When I got a perfect score I felt better than before Diagnosed then but impressed At least to be perfectly Depressed taking this to be Making the best of the rest Then again I had been good At taking tests so I could And that was good since I would Then be tested more and more When the way out was inside Of me to see who to be There the wheel of real to ride Clear through to the other side Where they found me all the way Gone but being anyway When diagnostically Then they threw the book at me I had become a madman But at least was understood Sad some but not a bad man Who had what they tested for Love helps when nothing else does Breaks the darkness makes me who Makes it better than it was Going on then breaking through So I go on being gone All the way though I go on Steven Curtis Lance