When you can see the sunshine in a far away land
But your world is so dark, you can't see your own hand
When the people around you become a clown
They would do anything so you wouldn't frown
All I can see is the darkened hill
Where flowers and butterflies no longer appeal
YOU are the reason for what I've become
And the reason I have become so numb
When the sun comes out and the dark disappears
I'll stand up tall and brush away your tears
No longer will I care what anyone says
Therefore I'll be happy for the rest of my days
BUT, I fear those days will never come
And I'll be stuck here, numb
Because I can see the sunshine in a far away land
But my world is so dark, I can't see my own hand.