Shaji Khan

Music is the best anti-depressant

 I tread to the top of the hill But I found I had to walk still I looked up and saw the mountains rise Up above my head and into the blue skies I told myself I had to climb further A man gives up never, oh, no sir! My walking stick I held in my hand And on my two feet, began to stand But what was this, my knees failed me! Or was it my courage, which was empty! No man, I will not fail, not yet! The horizon of my dreams has not seen its sunset! Walk on my friend, walk on, I heard Whether you’re walking on petals or a sword Defy, fight back, rise to the call You have many miles to go before you fall But hark, the wind, my friend, I said! The snow under my feet has turned a bloody red The more I walked, the more I bled If I’d walked anymore, why, I’d be dead! The wind, she whispered in my ear Have courage, my friend, hear! Face your fears, stand tall, learn to bear Your crown of thorns; learn to hold it dear! I took one last deep breath, and held my head up high Stared into the eyes of dea