I Know Why
I know why the abused don’t cry
To hide their tears from you and I
With scars on their hearts, way too deep…
And memories of madness, they wish not to keep
To hide in the dark until they all die…
I know why the abused don’t cry
And I know why the abused don’t grin
Going throughout life as if it were a sin
Walking around with a frown on their face
And the scars that hurt the worst, don’t leave a trace
Looking at life, as if they’ll never win…
I know why the abused don’t grin
I know why the abused don’t fly….
Higher and higher, up to the sky
They’re chained to the ground like a bird in its’ cage
Each time they are beaten, they fill up with rage
Closing their eyes, each time they sigh…
I know why the abused don’t fly
Yes, and I know why the abused don’t cry…
Afraid to laugh, cause it’d be a lie
Screaming and crying, at night, in their sleep
Praying to survive… but the wounds are too deep
So, to hide in the dark, until we all die…
I know why the abused don’t cry
Copyright © Christina Whited | Year Posted 2007
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