In the dead of night
I bend in a bow
Full of dread and lacking sight
I know now

People will whisper loudly
Through actions instead of words
Raising their eyes proudly
Their lies are always heard

Begging I will sprout again
Like spring blossoms, open eyes
Where this dark and dingy road will end
Will end in my surprise

I have graciously fought this war
Although my scars are thick and sore
Fighting to take a breath of air
My heart is sadly tore

These voices leak inside my head
Although I've closed the door
I can hear them even though I shed
They're always wanting more

I will pick back up where I had left off
I am stuck nevermore
And they will roll their eyes and scoff
But I will have the score

In the dead of night
I bend in a bow
I've been given sight
To know what I know now