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.