Autopsy de Zao

And what shall i do?
i try to speak and words stop short of my tongue.
they make their way back to my thoughts.
still crafted by a still soul.
i move my eyes around trying to find a place to rest.
i can't see it but i feel the light
someone tell us we are loved
someone take the pain away
someone fill up the void
someone fix my broken heart
are you that someone?