Remembering when
We used to be small
When we used to laugh
A joy to be born
.
When parents could be nice
We weren’t beaten and bruised
Just relying on innocence
Not knowing the word abused
.
But a few of us unlucky
To be where we were
Silence and quivering
Not daring to stir
.
Not to get up early
Or to make a noise
Mustn’t disturb them
Cannot have a voice
.
The beatings taken
Black and blue
Bones cracked
Shattered through
.
Shy children
Not daring to talk
Too scared at school
It showed in the walk
.
Where would we go?
If we could ever run
What would happen to us?
If we returned home
.
We can always talk
Escape can be made
Talk to someone, anyone
You can get away
.
You can always talk to someone. The scariest part is leaving. There are always people that can help.
Be strong