Who can listen at night when you don't want to be heard?
The same one who notices the death of a bird.

Examined we are day and night,
And as we shout
He reaches his hand out
And squeezes with all his might.

It's hard to remember in these moments,
But He is there.

His son he had sent for us,
So carry on, yes, we must.

Do not allow the moon to witness
The end to your sadness.

But let God hold you in the night.
He hears you as you wail,
And in the morning He makes sure you prevail.

He holds on tight as you carry on
Watching until this battle you fight has been won.