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Behind Closed Doors
Behind closed doors you never know
The "private" lives that friends don't show
It happens in the best of places
And shows up first on children's faces
First, the look of their sad eyes
Then their voice complete with sighs
They don't talk much nor do they play
You ask them why, but they won't say
Their bear the weight of parents' sin
Of daily abuse and anger turned in
They have that look that says, Dont Touch
I've had enough, in fact too much
They fight with all to show their power
But while at home they sit and cower
To wait upon their nightly whip
Sometimes from hands, sometimes from lips
It matters not where comes the pain
From stinging slaps or words that shame
'Cause as they grow in size and age
Their minds still fill with thoughts of rage
And when they wed and parents are
They still bear wounds and have deep scars
That bind them in so many ways
To their past lives which they replay
And on and on the cycle goes
Unless it stops and we can show
That "private" lives in "private" places
Ruin future lives in future spaces
So be not silent, don't turn in fear
Reach for their hand, give them your ear
With gifts of love, touch their young heart
And the cycle of hate, you'll surely part
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I Pray
The Day Will Come,
When We Stop Naming Laws After Our Lost Children
And Start Punishing Their Abusers, With The Sentences They Deserve!
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