In a moment of life, sweat running down my face
Bad case of shyness, silencing ones tongue from race
No sleep at nighttime, just seeing the sun rise
My senses all failing and my mind freezing over
A look in the mirror I didn’t recognise
Then it appeared as an hallucination
I heard her call for me
I had to slap myself over and over
This could just be a dream or this might just be heaven
Then it occurred to me, that I was on strong medication
The images and voices I heard that day
Were just from my imagination
Understand the Black Dog Illness
Not our choice (Not our choice)
Not our choice
Heaps of people with the Black Dog Illness
It doesn’t discriminate (It doesn’t discriminate)
It might just be lying in wait
Your mind is racing quickly, then goes into a frozen zone
You’ll have struggles daily, yearly, maybe to your gravestone
How you control yourself in the moment of the bark
Some handle it well, some can’t handle it at all
So phone a friend if needed
Say hello, was the answer what you’d expect?
They said, “How are you coping and sorry I left you, I shouldn’t disconnect?
And still those friends don’t call me, any day of the week
Sit by the phone, morning, afternoon and at night
Just to hear them speak
Understand the Black Dog Illness
Not our choice (Not our choice)
Not our choice
Society needs to talk to about the Black Dog Illness
So no one’s alone (So no one’s alone)
It might be you one day, ok
Moments of frustration
Retirement not an option
Some say, "You aren’t really sick, just your minds full of toxin”
And in the family circle
They gathered for an intervention
Some still don’t get what it controls
And they think it’s my own invention
Last thing I want to address
Is the way family and friends that you adore
Just think it’s easy going back to the way I was before
"Time will heal," said the bible man
"We are promised our own path
You can work it out, in your own time
But you have to believe!"
For all those with anxiety and/or Depression and especially to their “so-called” family and fiends.
