in our darkest times we think there is no where to run
in our darkest times our rooms are our esxape from the
world
in our darkest times our tears flow like the constent sound
of our music
in our darkest times there is no one that understands our
pain
that is the reason we cant give up on those we love 
we must understand there hurt
and in the mits of there wrongs 
we must give them love

by 
josiah hammond