Everyone is awake
But morning comes early
I suppose it has already come
With a change at midnight
Sleep is a distant dream
I heard that in a song
But today the songs I’ve heard
Are more churchy than that one
I know many secrets
That would make a man weep
But I have a heart of stone
And find it hard to cry out loud
I lived a life of silent screams
Thinking I had really been hurt
But I am not in pain
Except for the secrets