We all have want for something great
To feel down deep it’s not too late
That good will come of routine blah
Escape our winter, start to thaw
And find the spring that brings us light
Purpose that helps us know what’s right
Though chains of plain, and chains of grief
Hold us back from desired relief
We can’t see the dark steps ahead
We fear the course, begin to dread
Our faith is weak, love’s hard to find
When nothings felt in heart and mind
What is there to encourage on
To help us move into the dawn
But that in which we must have trust
And deem our happiness a must
For joy will bring our promised land
Once we reject depressions hand
