Lying in that silent room,
Mind filled with thoughts of doom,
It seems I’m so very far away,
This happen to me every day.
Needing, wanting to get out,
It seems that no one hears my shout,
So in this room, I’ll have to stay,
Every night and every day.
Why is there no one there?
Anyone who just might care?
Feeling so alone inside,
And it is here I sit and hide.
Some day I will want to get out,
But will there be anyone to hear me shout?
I need to get out in the sun,
And see the glory God has done.
~ van ~