Full of despair, inside a darkness

Self conscious and scared held prisoner of war

Running out of air, buried in a sadnessWant a way out of this paralyzing world

And the sounds of the cries when a family′s loved one dies

It echoes through 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 (whoa)

You can make it to the sunrise (whoa)

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 (whoa)

You can make it to the sunrise (whoa)

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 (whoa)

You can make it to the sunrise (whoa)

I won′t go to my grave

From time to time, there arise among human beings, people,

Who seem to exude love, as naturally as the sun, gives out heat