Depression is a Cage of Fear

Every morning, a quarter to ten, I look out my window and pretend. I dream of all that we could be, If only courage lyed in me. My dear, if only you knew, How often I dream of getting to you. But my love, I am afraid, For my mind has already been made. Yes, I am a coward, With only tears am I showered. Depression, a cage of fear, Oh, my darling, how my heart is trapped here. So every morning, a quarter to ten, I look out my window and pretend. Maybe one day will my hand find yours, For now I only recall dreams from the night before.