The brightest colors seem so dull in the eyes of the lonely
Their spirits just can’t seem to survive their sad times
They’re just sitting in the house alone by the window just waiting for friend to come by
And finally realize their cries
The silent pleas for help
As we hold our heads high
CHORUS
Haven’t we all been the ones to cry, to scream and shout with tears pouring out our eyes
So where’s the right to criticize their lives
Without knowing why they struggle every day or the source of their pain
Like a lighthouse guys lost ships from the dark we can guide their lost hearts
See those doll eyes in the crowd all they want is a light
to save them from their own dark ocean
CHORUS
Haven’t we all been the ones to cry to scream and shout with tears pouring out our eyes
So where’s the right to criticize their lives
Without knowing why they struggle every day or the source of their pain
Haven’t we all been the ones to cry to scream and shout with tears pouring out our eyes
So where’s the right to criticize their lives
Without knowing why they struggle every day or the source of their pain
Are WE the source of the pain
