First day in school for Sam
tremblin steps holdin mamas hand.
Excited about all the people he see
Notice a guy got the same soccer shirt as he
and rush over in bubbling glee.
His enthusiasm soon meets a chargin knee.
Coughin Sam meet the guys gaze
wonderin what is this place.

Days turn into months and years
body grows at the pace of his fears.
Feels best to talk with parents at home
or playin guitar alone in his room.
In school he gets hit cause he is too weak
or gets runned over when he is too meek.
Learned to not trust someone as a friend
cause it’s just a game where they pretend.

Can you hear the silent call
Can you see the longin to tell it all.
Can you feel that you really are me.
Can you stay and set us free

School ends and Sam gets a break
acts even when his whole body shake.
The songs he stored in the bottom drawer
goes straight to a record labels door.
Get a letter back and cant believe his eyes
When it says something in here is really nice.
We wanna make music with you
get over here and we give it a go.

Every song is about the world he wants to see
A place where love and care flow free.
Emotions go into every line and tune
and record tops billboard a sunny day in june.
On tour in front of sold out crowds
parties with girls trippin on clouds.
All attention and the ability to express
is nice but he feel the strain of success.

Now everybody loves him or do they really
how come he is accepted now so freely.
Wonders do they like the music or me
is it even the real me they get to see.
Some seem to be almost in hysteria
poppin eyes and shoutin in euphoria.
Thoughts expand to answer the why
of who am I.

Can you hear the silent call
Can you see the longin to tell it all.
Can you feel that you really are me.
Can you stay and set us free

Wanderin in the spiritual landscape
mind flows and tries to take shape
With every step he becomes less sure
wonderin if he gets any closer to the core.
Fear grow with desire to control
tears flow with nobody there to console.
Voices from the past echo in his head
makin him shiver at night in his bed.

Now something feels clearly wrong
Dull signals tortures him every song
The voices grow increasingly hostile
as memory fade of his last smile.
Pills become a survival habit
to keep some kind of fire lit.
Still pain gets so brutal he cant fake
and unleash a powerful quake.

Soon it gets cabled all over
hearin the whispers he tries to take cover.
Its like he can feel a collective energy field
that works against him like a giant shield.
He begins to hear peoples thoughts increasin his dread
statues come alive and he can talk to the dead.
So unreal but cant deny how he feel
where goes the line between illusory and real?

Can you hear the silent call
Can you see the longin to tell it all.
Can you feel that you really are me.
Can you stay and set us free

Feel he cant stand one more day
his body cry for the easy way.
Still he know deep within his heart
that his music can give people a restart.
The essence of love can spread and resonate
he hopes it can save just one soul from his fate.
Strung out he plays in agony
to give the love he wish to see.

Every night he needs to hold his mothers hand
terror beyond what any mortal can understand.
The longing for a moment of silent release.
blend with the desire for eternal peace.
Every day he wonders why he wakes up
how on earth can he make the voices stop.
One day he understands the effects of his pain
look at the sun and head for the train.