Listen deep inside
the words, don't try to hide;
your soul is telling you
what it needs you to do.

Listen to her cry.
Turns her head to the side
No one can see her tears,
cause she's scared of the fear.

Wouldn't know that she was taken,
some may say she was faking—
but for the few who know her heart
wouldn't question from the start.

All she wanted was that love
that comes from deep within,
instead she got the knife
that cuts everything past skin.

The pain is so deep
all she feels is black and numb
inside the tender heart
that is now a victim.

Voices in your head
they tell you bad is to come.
Listen, do not dread,
for you can help her heal.

It's better to forewarn
than be the friend who knew
that something horrifying
were going to break her to pieces.

Please, God, let me listen.
From words, I will not hide.
My soul, her tears, are telling me
who she needs me to be.

No longer will I falter,
take judgment from any mouth.
I cannot blame myself
for the wicked in other hearts.

So I will just listen,
Let you soothe me as we cry.
For clouds are rolling out
and light peers through the black sky.