Self-Resurrection
You're so damn tired of feeling down in the dumps
But you do nothing to pick yourself up
You expect the world to cast you a line
To draw you back to the shore of feeling fine
But somewhere along that trek to the shore
The line breaks and you're stranded once more
Bobbing in the middle, trying to keep afloat
Searching desperately for an oncoming boat
But in the water, not a ripple will form
Unless you get yourself swimming back to the shore
Because external beings will not save your soul
You choose to be a vibrant spirit or a melancholy ghoul
Once you look inward to be repaired and resurrected
You'll know eternal happiness and all the troubles will be accepted