She asks herself a question
The same one she asks herself every day.
"Why am I alive?"
Then she wonders which way she should sway.
She has dreamed of that place
With the bright light that would hit her face.
But in her room, In her head
She is held down by all that she bled.
These hands plunge into her body
To the shadows, she's chained
To all that her eyes can see.
A new day comes, and she takes a step
The life she craves for is swiftly swept.
To the shadows she remains
Whilst God listens to her desperate prayers
She's reaching so far for the answers
But she's pulled back by the hands of shadows
Not knowing she has a future with no sorrows.
