What are you running from there little girl?

Do those deafening yells ring in your head like bells?

Well are you not tired of feeling the weight of the world,

Lumped on your back, making your bones crack?

What if I told you there's a space thats safe,

Inside your mind, where you can always play?

And if I told you, you're your own best friend,

One that can, champion 'till the end?

Where do we go,

When the night comes, and takes away our hope?

And who do we tell,

That it cuts the mold, all those secrets that you hold?

What are you crying for there little girl,

Are you lonesome, is there too much to overcome?

Well are you not overwhelmed from all that pain,

That you've endured, though you're yet to mature.

I wish I could tell you that it gets easier, but the night time comes before day breaks.

There will be rocky seas and gale force winds to knock you down.

Time and time again.

Where do we go,

When the night comes, and takes away our hope?

And who do we tell,

That it cuts the mold, all those secrets that you hold?