Sunrise

Full of despair, inside a darkness Self conscious and scared, held prisoner of war Running out of air, buried in a sadness Want 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 Until a difference is made (until a difference is made) Until a difference is made From time to time, there arise among human beings, people Who seem to exude love, as naturally as the sun, gives out heat