Hope is Here.

This night is cold

Frozen to a minus 88 Fahrenheit

Your naked body painted with scars that boil from within

Hidden tears that broke your soul into pieces

And the secret pain silently kills you.

All by yourself in the dark alley

Your shadow seeps from you

It’s written its last chapter of the voices bickering in your head.

 

And, there He is

Pulling you out of your ocean that wraps you with its hands

Breathing life into you again

Tomorrow glows in front of your eyes

Liberty blossoms at the end of your torment

Where your nightmare dies is where you run to.

 

Where you nightmare dies is where you run to

Liberty blossoms at the end of your torment

Tomorrow glows in front of your eyes

Breathing life into you again

Pulling you out of your ocean that wraps you with its hands

And, there He is.

 

It’s written its last chapter of the voices bickering in your head

Your shadow seeps from you

All by yourself in the dark alley

And the secret pain silently kills you

Hidden tears that broke you into pieces

Your naked body painted with scars that boil from within

Frozen to a minus 88 Fahrenheit

This night is cold.

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