Prayers whispered in silence ~ Behind locked doors of pain
No one ever seeing ~ The scars that still remain
Smiling on the outside ~ While torment floods my soul
Will someone dare to help me ~ The key to life you hold
I long to find the freedom ~ The key to help me cope
Why am I left to suffer ~ Where is this thing called hope
I cry out now to Jesus ~ Will someone heed His plea
I know He’s sending someone ~ He’s given them the key
With hope I will press onward ~ Looking for reprieve
Waiting in my silence ~ Knowing soon I will be free
Dianne Lombardo ©2008
