My rise from depression
Too long have I walked through the shadow of the valley of death
Too long have I been on my knees worshiping a god that I chose with out my consent.
I am free.
The chains have broken, the bird is out of it's cage.
Jet Black ravens have shifted to snow white doves.
This is the start of a new time. A new era.
This is my rise from depression
My elevation to that elation I left behind so long ago.