Lost hopes fly high
As black as the night sky
Devouering us from the inside.

They're the source of our despair,
They flood us until we can't take it anymore
And we brake down,
And we cry,
And we scream to the sky,
Asking why,
Why with each day that passes we die a bit more from the
inside.

And the answer we get is the quiet of the night
Or  the sound of rain coming down and the rumbling of the
thunder in the distance.

And the worst part,
Is that no one sees our sadness,
And no one sees our fears,
Only the flash of the lightning, shines in our tears