The depressed

The depressed wanders, wanders
in alleys, in valleys, in woods
In the woods they roam, in the woods they stumble
They moan in the woods

the moans are not to be heard
In the woods the wind blow; it is
but a gentle breeze through the trees.
a breeze through the moaning, a breeze within
the moans, a breeze above the moans
as they stumble