"Each days filled with the absence, of the words you cry at night, and I wonder what would happen, if you let them out into the light, tell the word all of the lyrics, of the songs you haven't sung, and the stories that you trapped, when you learnt to bite your tongue, speak words you've left unspoken, out of fear that you were wrong, raise your voice so we can hear you, you've been silent for too long, the world appears so broken, and although it's made you cry, you know that hope is never lost, so you've always wondered why, somebody doesn't fix things, when there's so much they can do, but I think it's time to realise, that the "somebody" is you"
