I walk through days that feel so long, I give my heart, I try to stay strong. But kindness turns to silent pain, And even family brings the strain. She says I hurt her, I don’t know how, I gave my all, I’m giving now. She smiled, she laughed, then closed the door, And left me aching, wanting more. Who will hear me when I cry? Who will hold me when I’m dry? I need a voice, a hand, a light Someone to say, “You’ll be alright.” My voice is quiet, my soul feels small, I scream inside, but hit a wall. Is there someone who sees my fight, Who holds me gently through the night? Dark thoughts come like passing rain, A future free from grief and pain. Yet joy still flickers, soft and true, In moments shared, in skies of blue. Who will hear me when I cry? Who will hold me when I’m dry? I need a voice, a hand, a light Someone to say, “You’ll be alright.” I want to live with love and grace, To feel the warmth of one embrace. Joy to give, and hope to grow, But who will help me? Who will know? Who will hear me?