Where do we go when there’s nothing left
Who do we tell when there’s too much to say
Where do we dwell when the clouds seem to far away
How do we swim when we’re sinking faster day by day
What do we do when the sky is to high to reach and oceans too deep
When the pen in our hand takes us off to wonderland
Away from reality and away from our dreams
What do we do when we want to scream
But our voice is numb and our hands are cold
How do we know when we are never told
How to run from ourselves
Or which tree’s whisper helps
Ease the strain
How do we find a cure for the pain?