Best Depressionchange Poems
If I had one more chance to be able to say goodbye
I’d tell you how much I have always loved you,
and have one final cry.
I’d do all the things I never did
before I have to die.
I’d ask you to forgive those who hurt us too much
as that’s just the way they are as such.
If I had one more chance to say I love you,
and change back the troubles in the past.
I know we’d have another great day
which was nothing like our last.
I’d make love to you as if I never have before,
and go into Gods light to exit out his door.
I’d sing a song with the Angels and the skies
would turn from cloudy to blue;
to have one more chance again to say I love you.
If I had one more chance to change my evil ways
to only come to an conclusion to say…..
Look up and don’t ever look back,
don’t be afraid of failure in your life
as your strength will guide you on your way.
Don’t listen to those who say you can not succeed
as they are probley afraid themselves like a devil seed.
If I had one more chance I would hold your hand every day
to tell you there’s a better life your way.
Look up and see our new life where in Gods hand we will fly
as we will be at peace to never again cry.
Battle bad memories and cater to great memories
Tackle your shackles & miracles shall crackle
Turning back could never change a burning heart
Changing is the world, remember to change your heart
None wish to cherish the bad memories,
Why not then perish it to pieces
Justice to bad memories will justify ego
Can never ratify happiness though
Battle bad memories with good fortunes
Hunt good fortunes with holy heart
Derive holy heart through Holy Spirit
Feel Holy Spirit in battling the bad memories
To battle bad memories is the way to wisdom.
End will never tend, unless we intend to.
If I had another chance to change the things that I've done.I would have picked up
a book instead of a gun.
If I had another chance to change the things that I've seen.I'll look at something
beautiful instead of pain and agony.
If I had another chance to change the things that I've did.I would have change the
way I acted and the way that I lived.
I say this with a sigh because now it's too late.Because now I'm in Death Row and I
threw my life away.
So,if you ask me the question if I had another chance.Instead of acting like a boy, I
would rather act like a man.
EQUALITY
AND WE WERE CREATED IN THE BREEZE OF EQUALITY
SET TO GRAZE THE EARTH AND ENJOY ITS BEAUTY
WHERE FORTH JOY SHALL FLOWER.
WHY THEN DO I SUFFER?
AM I NO HUMAN
OR SATAN?
AND EVERY TIME I WEEP
AND MY SORROW GROWING DEEP
FOR THE CHANGE THAT GOD WANTS
FROM THE EARTH IN THIS DARK DANCE.
WHY THE ZENOPHOBIC AND RACIST SET-UP?
WHY THE CRIES FROM THE CHILDREN AROUND THE WORLD?
EACH DAY WE REND THE GARMENTS OF CHRIST HERE ON EARTH
CRUCIFYING HIM AGAIN.WHERE IS THE CROSS? WHERE?
IT STANDS TALL IN THE HEARTH OF BOLD HUMANITY.
PERISHING IN THE GARMENTS OF CALAMITY.
AND AGAIN HEAVEN WEEPS-
FOR CHANGE WEEPS..
COME BROTHER AND TAKE MY BLISTERED HAND-
AND LET ME HOLD YOU IN OUR FATHER’S LAND
AND ENJOY MY HEART’S WARMTH;
SO THAT THE CHANGE BE SORT.
SO THAT AGAIN YOU BE MY BROTHER.
I change myself as a whole,
As a part, as a self.
But, when I change to a snowy self,
My soul, life, love, hope...
Freezes to a blistering hole in me,
Void of warmth.
I need to leave,
Find me,
Wake me,
From my snowy self.
sittin in the seat of scorn
shackled and chained tangled and torn
mangled by memories that injest me like monsters
in the belly of a beast i'm six million feet under
deformed and disfigured are my thoughts,hopes,and dreams
sittin in the seat of scorn...my soul screams
sittin in the seat of scorn
reading scarlet love letters with blood dripping from fetters
circumstances coming clever
i can't change the wind and i can't change the weather
black clouds spewing bad medicine invade another sunny day
the devil gets paid as self pity pours out
i'm bitter like wormwood with no way out
sittin in the seat of scorn...my soul shouts
sittin in the seat of scorn
the world passes me by like i never was born
invisible man with an iron hand of hate
they're draped in velvet gloves to cover my pain
can't let go of the anger and the rage
burn the book and rip another page
sittin in the seat of scorn on the brink...straight to the bottom my soul sinks
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