Can you hear my broken cries

through the wooden door?

I lay wrapped up in lies

on this stone-hard floor.

Reach your hand out

and shout these words loud

'You are not on your own!

No, you don't have to be alone.'

Stand up and fight

for what you know's right.

Come forward and save me.

It is possible, maybe.

The things I want to hear

and the things you need to say.

You need to help me

find my way.

Again it's just us,

only me and you.

Laying on the grass,

in this hot summer June.

My soul is free now,

like it's supposed to.

You succeeded somehow,

turned the lies into truth.

We start to fade,

no more escape.

Becoming the scars

on each one of the stars.