The tears are falling slowly from her little face
She's holding onto secrets she can't ever erase
A sorrowful litte child too afraid to cry
Is standing by herself and no one questions why
Her arms tell the stories that will make you weep
Her bruises reveal the hurt that she's forced to keep
So use to being abused, she's silent and so still
What a poor little child with bruised and broken will
How many other chidren are victims of such a fate
And carry little secrets that are discovered too late
Little ones who are innocent and beautiful as can be
Why is it they must suffer so much inhumane cruelty
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