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.
(CHORUS)
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.
(CHORUS)
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.
(CHORUS)
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.
compositores: Joey Perricone,Matt Wentworth,Trevor Wentworth
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