Full of despair, inside a darkness
Self conscious and scared held prisoner of war [bad word] out of air, buried in a sadness
Want a way out of this paralyzing world
And the sounds 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 (whoa, whoa, whoa)
You can make it to the sunrise (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Searching for a way to escape the madness
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 (whoa, whoa, whoa)
You can make it to the sunrise (whoa, whoa, whoa)

I won't go to my grave until the difference is made
I won't go to my grave until the 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 (whoa, whoa, whoa)
You can make it to the sunrise (whoa, whoa, whoa)

I won't go to my grave
Until a difference is made (until a difference is made)
Until a difference is made

(Spoken)
From time to time, there arise among human beings, people, who seem to exute love, as naturally as the sun, gives out heat