Everyone is awake

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