In the dark of my mind, a storm is brewing
A tempest of thoughts, that's always pursuing
The shadows dance upon the walls
As fears and doubts creep in, and take their toll on all

My heart is a battleground, where wars are waged
A constant fight to breathe, to turn the page
The weight of the world crushes down
A never-ending struggle, to wear a crown

Tears fall like rain, as anxiety takes hold
A suffocating grip, that's hard to unfold
The world outside is moving fast
But I'm stuck in the quicksand, of my anxious past

But still I hold on tight, to the hope that I'll be free
From this weight that's crushing me, from this anxiety
I'll rise up from the ashes, like a phoenix born
And though it's hard to believe, I'll learn to live again.