K.d. lang

As things start to surface

And tears come on down

The scars of childhood

In a small town



The hurt she pushed inward

Is starting to show

Now she'll do some talking

But he'll never know



The tables have turned now

With a child of her own

But she's blind to the difference

What's taught is what's known



Numbed by reaction

And stripped of the trust

A young heart is broken

Not aware that it's just



A family tradition

The strength of this land

Where what's right and wrong

Is the back of a hand

Turns girls into women

And a boy to a man

The rights of the children

Have nowhere to stand



The memories of children

Are written in stone

And some they get buried

Not to be shown

But still they do linger

Deep down inside

Like a seed that's been planted

And won't be denied












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