Moving towards a tomorrow
Though it will never, never come...

Counting numbers; up and down
Driving deep into the ground...

Looking through to see the view
A little gift from me to you...

Grasping out with sharpened steel
Holding back that hated squeal...

Wanting with passion,
Though hiding in fear...

The silence is now
A deafening reality...

You're painting a picture
With me as the center...

I told you to hate me
Don't want you to like me...

Dreams floating away
just whispers in the wind...

My thoughts, dreams, and hopes
blowing away in the wind...

My heart cries out
the silence overpowers...

He saw her standing there
alone, insecure, and helpless...