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 X3)
You can make it to the sunrise (whoa X3)

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 X3)
You can make it to the sunrise (whoa X3)

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 X3)
You can make it to the sunrise (whoa X3)

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 exute love, as naturally as the sun, gives out heat