Running on the treadmill, getting nowhere, crying to the dark, it doesn't want to hear.
Through the shadows, the dark, she stumbles, ever seeking and searching for the one.
In a forest, hidden by leaves Sunlight blocked by the trees - large and imposing, swallowing her, The little girl runs on, looking and calling.
No exit can she find, from the dark around, No way to run away and escape, No one to tell, no one will help, No one will hear, there's no listening ear.
The I, the girl, saw a patch of light, A beam breaking through the heights. A ray shining on my face, shining on my tears, And I cried, for I knew that I had found - A Listening Ear.
