Small things bring a smile

Lay on the bed
Body like lead
It’s already half past the noon

Swallowing guilt
For this brick wall you’ve built
That blots out the sun and the moon

The Doc gave you pills
For the cure of these ills
But you still feel like going to Confession

And you cannot revive
Or feel half alive
For your friend is the devil Depression

All at once you can hear
A soft purr in your ear.
The pussycat wanting to play

It assumes the position
And now it’s your mission
And the first time you’ve laughed the whole day.