For The Children

Beautiful little child, I see you hiding there
beneath the bed, bravely holding in your pain,
praying with all your might, hoping someone hears,
"Please dear God, don't let Daddy hit me again".

I see you lift your face, holding in your cares,
you're hard as a stone, you think this is just life.
He told you not to ever tell the things he does to you,
fearing what he'll do next, alone you carry your st