- Behind Closed Doors
- Behind closed doors you will never know
- The “private” lives that friends don’t show
- It happens in the best of places
- And shows up first on children’s faces
- First, the look of their sad eyes
- Then their voice complete with sighs
- They don’t talk much nor do they play
- You ask them why, but they won’t say
- Their bear the weight of parents’ sin
- Of daily abuse and anger turned in
- They have that look that says, Dont Touch
- I’ve had enough, in fact too much
- They fight with all to show their power
- But while at home they sit and cower
- To wait upon their nightly whip
- Sometimes from hands, sometimes from lips
- It matters not where comes the pain
We Work Hard For
Our Clients.
- From stinging slaps or words that shame
- ‘Cause as they grow in size and age
- Their minds still fill with thoughts of rage
- And when they wed and parents are
- They still bear wounds and have deep scars
- That bind them in so many ways
- To their past lives which they replay
- And on and on the cycle goes
- Unless it stops and we can show
- That “private” lives in “private” places
- Ruin future lives in future spaces
- So be not silent, don’t turn in fear
- Reach for their hand, give them your ear
- With gifts of love, touch their young heart
- And the cycle of hate, you’ll surely part
- (C) JayGee01
Fighting for
Your Family Your Future, And Your Rights.
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