Times of Pain

In times of pain,
Though I know it's true,
I deny my life
And the pain I live through.

When the hurting comes,
And there are shouts of hate,
I try to sing songs
And imagine a quiet place.

I soar through the clouds,
And try to free my mind
From the hateful shouts
And the pain I leave behind.

And when I return to home
And come out of daydreams,
The house is deathly quiet,
A sound worse than a thousand screams.