As if the world can hear what it is I say...
As if there is truly warmth where it is I lay
Never again shall I be the child with such dreams.
The one who covered his ears to hide his mothers screams.
The very boy who could and would change it all.
Has felt the pain and knows now how it to fall.
Searching every day and into the night for what is real.
Never quite understanding what it is I feel.
Trapped in a world surrounded by only me.
I pray for death to allow me to be free.
