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
In the sound of the cries, when a family's loved one dies
It echos 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
(Woah, woah, woah)
You can make it to the sunrise.
(Woah, woah, woah)
Searching for a way, to escape the madness
A dire need for change, cause 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
(Woah, woah, woah)
You can make it to the sunrise
(Woah, woah, woah)
I wont go to my grave, until the difference is made
I wont go to my grave, until the difference is made
Until the 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
(Woah, woah, woah)
You can make it to the sunrise
(Woah, woah, woah)
I wont go to my grave, until the difference is made
Until the difference is made, until the 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
