Don't turn on the light
Don't turn on the light
I fear the twilight coming down
I don't want them to know that I am home

There's no answer, nothing's clear
All that's real is my own fear
I try to calm my beating heart
Wondering when the storm will break tonight

Suffer the little children
Suffer the weak and the wide eyed
Suffer the ones who have not learned to smile

If I had the chance to be
Someone else instead of me
I wouldn't change a single thing
Except the hope that freedom surely brings

Pity the sons of the fathers
Pity for Heaven's sake
Pity for those who give but never take

Don't turn on the light
Don't turn on the light
I fear the twilight coming down
I don't want them to know that I am home
Don't turn on the light