Gotta get out of this pit Lord.
Gotta climb out of this part.
Some call it depression.
I call it repression.
Stuffing the hurt in my heart.
Gotta get out of this sadness,
Reclaim the joy in my soul.
Nothing so bad,
keeping me sad
Help me Dear Lord to feel whole.
Gotta find sunshine in rain Lord
Gotta hold onto me tight
Help me to see
All I can be,
and everything will be alright.
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