Full of despair
iside a darkness
Self-conscious and scared
held prisoner of war
Running out of air
buried in the sadness
want a way out
of this paralyzing word
And the sound of the cries
when a families loved one dies
It echoes throught a vacant room
where a young soul still resides
When the night is cold
and you feel like no one knows
what it's like to be the only one
buried in this hole
You can make it to the sunrise
You can make it to the sunrise
Searching for a way
to escape the madness
a dire need for change
as we fight for better days
The hurt and the pain
cut deep like a razor blade
holding in a cry for love
abandoned and afraid
When the night is cold
and you feel like no one knows
what it's like to be the only one
buried in this hole
You can make it to the sunrise
You can make it to the sunrise
I won't go to my grave
until a difference is made
I won't go to my grave
until a difference is made
(until a difference is made)
When the night is cold
and you feel like no one knows
what it's like to be the only one
buried in this hole
You can make it to the sunrise
You can make it to the sunrise
I won't go to my grave
until a difference is made
(until a difference is made)
(until a difference is made)
