We will get trough.

Holding on, being strong.
Not knowing where I belong.

Can this be true? I need you.
To help me trough.

The dark days and nights.
The hurt and the fights.

Do you know how.
To help me now?

Days go by, I’m wondering why.
This happens to me, can anybody see?

Someone help me out.
I can’t scream or shout.

My throat is soar.
Trough this endless war.

We scream and fight.
Hiding what we feel inside.

There are things I can’t say.
Because there is no way.

That it doesn’t hurt you.
But together we will get trough.

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