sitting here in the depths of dead silence,
want to cry but reply with kindness,
waited for so long,
waiting for you to come along

we talked about it a long time ago,
as you get older you learn to go with the flow,
I sit there and look into the distance,
and wonder if he even knows of my existance

he knows that something is wrong,
he tells me to be strong,
as he slowly wraps his arms around me,
I know where I belong