Hello, I could hear you crying from across the hall. 
You seem lost, do you know where you are?
Or how you ended up in this forsaken place?
But if you don’t know, you can join the club. 
Of the broken hearts and lonely faces. 
Tormented, I can hear your pain. 
Join the symphony, of those who feel the same. 
Shattered sounds don’t break the mood. 
Dense sorrow sings the same old tune. 
Crashing against the shores of a hollow mind. 
Maybe we can fix it if you give us time. 
Can you hear, the voices in the distance?
Those are kids, wishing for acceptance. Remember us, before we found this place? 
Searching far and wide, but they can’t be found. 
Or maybe we just can’t get out of the harbor of lost souls. 
Maybe we are still looking. 
Difficult to find when there is only lost souls searching. 
Judged for even bringing up the harbor. 
But still we must look for something we may never find. 
In hopes we can find the promised land. 
Guiding those in the dark to safe harbors. 

Written by: Dillon Lacy Petry