Can you hear me in the quiet of dawn,
when the world is barely awake.
Can you hear me in the hush of your heart,
when the noise of the day has died,
when the echoes of laughter fade to the past,
and we’re left with the thoughts we hide?
Can you hear me when you run away from your problems and all the things you never said.
Can you hear me, when the echoes of raindrops
fall on the cold, hard gr...