Depression has many forms. Depression has many forms.

With words, she escaped the tenebrosity within. With words, she escaped the tenebrosity within.

The poem describes grandmother's singing. The poem describes grandmother's singing.

There’s a fire I keep fuelling, To keep me from becoming, Cold-hearted. There’s a fire I keep fuelling, To keep me from becoming, Cold-hearted.

At a first glance notice, Treasure the oats among us... At a first glance notice, Treasure the oats among us...

Escape I must to another time, To a place of Beauty quite unrefined. Escape I must to another time, To a place of Beauty quite unrefined.