Living as a small child
     in fear each night of sleeping
and every time I went to sleep,
     I'd pray I'd not be waking
I do not want to cry no more
     so tired of the pain
wondering how to get through life
     a child raised in shame
Tho' physically the scars are few
     they healed in little time
It's the ones that eat my heart and soul
     that I keep hiding from
If I asked for your help
     would you put out your hand?
Or is helping these children
     beyond your power of command?
If you would just listen
     those cries that you hear
are cries of desperation,
     cries of pain and cries of fear
just remember your risk
     is backed by a life force
and LIFE should always be
     worth risking for.