Holding Fast

Yesterday when you saw me in wiping away tears
Not one person has seen my cry, for years
You asked me what made me cry that day
But I couldnt tell you what I wanted to say

It wasnt that something was really all that wrong
But my depression was just so freaking strong
I dont actually know anymore if Im doing ok
I dont know anymore what will happen the coming day

My thoughts start to soar, but I hide my fears
But after awhile, I tire of holding my tears
What is wrong with me now, that causes such pain
I am supposed to be strong, without any shame

My time reel keeps moving, the roll growing tight
While I hold fast and strong, with all of my might
I have to keep trying, to reach for my goal
I will not give up, and allow Satan to have my soul

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COPYRIGHT Karen Simpson