how many times have you stood at the beside
and watched the loved ones come in and cry
each tear a secret no one can confide
how many times have you watched us die
how many times have you whispered your grace
how many people really heard what you meant
each word, twisted and turned, for quick release
how many times have you stayed silent
but this is me, down on my knees
i know you’ve seen me this way before
this is me, saying ‘help me, please’
and knockin’ on your door
give me what it is i need to be free
i’m locked up here in day after day
looking for something, some kind of key
mourning the loss of things passed away
how many out there are just like me
the questions are echoes bounced off the sky
the answers you gave are ignored or denied
we’re not here to watch our lives pass by
how many times have you heard this cry?