Can you hear the piercing silence of the night?
Or the beating of your racing heart?
Do you fear the loneliness of the dark?
Or the madness of your replayed thoughts?
Have you cried yourself to sleep?
And use those tears to wash away your fears?
You pray that the night will be over.
But tomorrow is out of sight.
With the light in your hand,
you know you'll find your way out.
But you're jaded.
Too weak to move on.
