Does nobody hear the cries of the children?
Alone and afraid of the dark.
Or maybe they hear, but are too afraid
To look into their own hearts.
"Ignore them," they say, "these children of ours,
who we love and care for so dearly".
Then why don't they hear as we cry from our pain,
When we can see it so clearly.
Our memories fade as we grow in our bodies,
Memories of pain and abuse.
But the child stays inside and never grows up,
And wonders, "What it the use?"
With nowhere to turn for love, warmth and caring,
This pain that we bear may fade with sharing.
Childhoods lost in the depths of our minds,
Experiences we can't remember.
When did we go wrong, January, May or December?
What did we do to these people we love,
To make them ignore us, not see our pain?
They leave us or hurt us with actions and words,
Again and again and again.
Well the children grow up and adulthood is hard,
When inside a child's heart you see.
For whatever it was that made us so bad,
It's a mystery to us.
We try so hard to be everyone's friend,
To help them whatever their needs.
But no matter how hard we try,
There is no way we can succeed.
For we're wounded and maimed by something we've done,
Way back when we were small.
But he's okay, they comfort him,
So we guess we must be the ones.
For they let him abuse us, this man they protect,
So we're bad and that is a fact.
And the way we act when we cry out,
"Is no way for a lady to act".
"Just forgive and forget", the tell us to do,
"You grew up and you're okay,
Go on with our life and you'll be fine,
To be abused another day".
They don't understand, we don't have a life,
For someone took it away.
The child was killed by this man that they know,
But in the family he'll stay.
He left in her place this adult you see,
With no hopes or dreams, just fears.
She cries all alone, for that's how it is,
Alone with her pain through the years.
Her mother's too busy with menial chores, or just too scared to see,
That she's got wounds too, just like me.
Her brothers abuse her and tell her she's bad,
She's a slut and a tramp and a sleaze.
"She's always been bad, this sister of ours,
we're surprised she's not diseased".
For they're in pain too, but are too blind to see,
That they're children inside, for they have been hurt,
And by facing it they can be free.
To love and to grow as healthy men,
And stop the pain and abuse.
So alone she still cries and wonders why,
And again, "what it the use?"
But somebody hears as she cries in her bed,
The Lord up above in the sky.
And she longs to be with him, where she can be safe,
But to do that she must die.
Her time has not come to leave this world,
Full of pain, neglect and abuse.
For she hears the cries of the children,
Alone and afraid of the dark.
There's always a reason for the things we go through,
The good, the bad and the ugly.
We must help these children that nobody hears,
And that's what she must now do.
When her life is over and her time has come,
To be with her Lord in the sky,
She'll know that she did the best she could,
To see that no more children die!

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