With my friends I have an escape,
I can turn off and forget about the worries,
My thoughts can no longer dwell in the abyss of my mind.
I can’t drag myself down my downwards spiral of doubt.
He takes my hand forward and leads me to the light
And when he does, together we shall fight;
Individually we have gone through hell,
But together we choose to stay in heaven.
He smiles and all the troubles seem to fade
As he is my personal dose of first aid.
The bandage that soothes my wound.
The one who helps me heal, to recover.
It’s not something I can define
In a sentence, nor through speech.
It’s something I feel, deep underneath.
My heart it beats me through yet another day
I tell myself.
It’ll all be okay.