Only you can make it right.

When all is said and done, will we still feel pain inside? Will the scars go away with night? Try to smile for the morning light. It's like the best dream to have, where every thing is not so bad. Every tear is so alone, like God himself is coming home to say: I can do anything if you want me here; And I can fix any thing If you let me near. Where are those secrets now that you're too scared to tell? I'd whisper them all aloud, so you can hear yourself. I'm sorry, I have to say it, but you look like you're sad. Your smile is gone; I've noticed it bad. The cure is if you let in just a little more love. I promise you this, a little's enough.