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 sound 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.

(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 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

(Woah. Woah. Woah)

You can make it to the sunrise

(Woah. Woah. Woah.)



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

(Woah. Woah. Woah)

You can make it to the sunrise

(Woah. Woah. Woah.)



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 exude love, as naturally as the sun gives out heat.)