Depression

I know your name

I know your face

I've seen your home

I know your place

To fly over head

and see the top of your trees

Your flowers, the iris,

your lake is still east,

Though you've traveled from home

you're not very far

you're four hours southward

where you play your guitar.

No melody is broken

But I've seen your face

half covered with glasses

and half with black tape.

I've seen your home from overhead

I know your place