as things start to surface
and tears come on down
the scars of
childhood
in a small town
the hurt she pushed inward
is starting to
show
now she'll do some talking
but he'll never know
the tables
have turned now
with a child of her own
but she's blind to the
difference
what's taught is what's known
numbed by reaction
and
stripped of the trust
a young heart is broken
not aware that it's
just
a family tradition
the strength of this land
where what's
right and wrong
is the back of a hand
turns girls into women
and a boy
to a man
the rights of the children
have nowhere to stand
the
memories of children
are written in stone
and some they get buried
not
to be shown
but still they do linger
deep down inside
like a seed
that's been planted
and won't be denied |