The mind is as black as a raven,
with no sign of any haven.
Lost, alone, crying out,
no one to hear the screams and shouts.
Often swirling in the blackest abyss,
always crying out wanting,
wishing for someone to miss.
Sometimes when the mind is crying
and feels like dying,
sometimes when it feels like all is a slope,
that there is no hope,
remember this: The mind is also as white as a dove,
oh so beautiful and full of love.
For every frown there is a smile,
this is what makes life worthwhile.
Every tear can be washed away,
giving way to a brighter day.
In the darkest gloom of the darkest night,
the mind will give it's greatest fight.
Whatever the perils darkness may bring,
the mind will always once again sing.
CougarX9
