What's Happening To Our Children?
Look into their hollowed eyes
and tell me you don't care.
There are so many hurting
and it's more than I can bear.
What happens to our young
that makes them crave the pain?
How could they feel so helpless
that it drives them near insane?
So many young are cutters.
They have a thirst for tears.
Where are all their parents
while they're out facing their fears?
How can we save these children?
It kills me when I know
that underneath they're dying
yet the scars they don't let show.
If I could give them strength
and help them see the way...
I'd trade them my tomorrows
if that gained them one more day.
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