Hollow

Inside we are all empty.
Null and void of hope.
Dreaming ever on,
but waiting for the rope.

Inside we are all empty.
Waiting for the light.
Continuing to live,
throughout all this blight.

Inside we are all empty.
Hollow one might say.
Begging for forgiveness,
as if that will make our day.

Inside we are all empty.
Hollow yet we're whole.
Thinking of the day,
where god will save our soul.

Inside we are all empty.
Thats why I end it here.
To save my own story,
and the ones I hold dear.