Gnawing down deep inside, aching like you can not explain
Pain surpassing your every human frame.
Head exploding in sharp notes of terror, you feel like sheer horror.
Screams come to mind, but if you speak you know no one will understand.
You sit alone in your own sweat, blood, and tears.
You sit alone waiting for the dawn to appear.
Thinking how could someone so young be so sick?
And yet, how could they carry on with hope inside of them?
Just waiting, with hope and life, waiting through the painful hours of the night.
Waiting for the dawn to appear, I spend my life waiting for the dawn to appear.