In my dreams, I hear the voice I long for
No one answers my call when I call it out
Except for the echoes of tears.
That sound cannot be heard by anyone else but me

It's always the same child standing in front of me
No tears, but always a low-hanging head
As soon as I reach out to hold his hand, he runs away

The darkness continued to enfold and engulf us
I can sense your wish silently vanishing
But if you need me, I'll surely find you.