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Life Goes On



random voice:{The question in life is are you free,
Or are you locked up, just like me?}
The sound of horror and terrified screaming
It is the only place the suns not beaming
A place of swings where no children will play
For I stand by the graveyard to where they most lay

Poor children living a life of violence
With horrifying homes filled with silence
Violent blood shattered on the street
And a child who lay there that has been beat
In fear of their parents I hear children crying

The sun won't shine in a place of horror
The children cry and the parents beat more
Living in a family with a father who's a drunk
And a mother who smokes dope and a lot of junk
The hospital is full of children bruised
And many are still home being abused

The graveyard is full and there will be many more
If the abused do not stop in this horror
Rain pours down from all the tears
That God sheds for peoples fears
Defenseless children can not play
For in their abusive homes is where they must stay

I see a cry for help throughout the place
And fear from a childs terrified face
At nighttime the moon is gray
Like a horror movie I saw one day
A poor child who doesn't own a toy
Because the parents won't buy for the little boy

Children suffer, deliberately burned and bruised
From poor parents who themselves were abused
And violent anger on their mind
Makes them beat on any child they can find

The abuse is increasing day by day
The valley full of pain and the sky still gray
A little child in a corner is what I find
And visions of the abuse still haunts her mind
Seventy percent of children are abused every day
The parents get upset and the children pay

The pain and suffering have gotten out of hand
The poor children can not even stand
Some in wheel chairs and some in a cast
And some just trying to forget about the past
Some do not know how love would feel
Some scarred for life that will never heal

One story that is so sad
Is when a stepmother got so mad
The children could not tie their laces
And fear poured out from their terrified faces
She beat them till the blood ran free

Think of all the problems the world must face
So please stop the abuse in this horrible place
Poor children who may never see
What a wonderful place this could be
What I am trying to say is think of their pain
Do not think of your problems and complain








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