His throat hurts from the screaming, No-one seems to care, Is he dreaming? People walk by him, without even a glance. The hour to save him is gone, There is no chance.
When you try to look and cannot see, That's the end, you are not meant to be. But there is hope, it's always been there, You will find it in you, inside your darkest deepest lair.
Everything seems bleak and wrong, Back then, I could sing the most happy song. I try to sing or the least talk, But I write what I feel and silently walk.
Safe inside me was a child that smiled. Where has she gone, to the world I have lied. I see her disheveled, tired and pale. I sit beside her and listen to her tale.