Dead gear

Have you been hated? Discriminated

It’s a shame

There’s no one else to blame

There‘re people calls it depression

I prefer to call it inspiration

The well is deeper and deeper which time

Failure is the word of the all days

In the end the problems are gone

But something is missing or undone

I have to find the doors

But all I can see is a cord

Psychologists calls it depression

I prefer to call inspiration

Same times I can see the light

Other times my eyes are blurred

Most of the times are a dark shadow

So, I’m having a bit of problem

Help me to resolve that

Instead talking in my back

Or I leave light and join them

Maybe you think I’m irrational

And all I need is a hospital

medication

I hope the angels have wings

Case they are falling, falling down

They are falling to the ground

I hope the angels have wings

Case they are falling, falling down

They are falling through the Wind

They are falling on my feet