Living as a small child      in fear each night of sleeping and every time I went to sleep,      I'd pray I'd not be waking I do not want to cry no more      so tired of the pain wondering how to get through life      a child raised in shame Tho' physically the scars are few      they healed in little time It's the ones that eat my heart and soul      that I keep hiding from If I asked for your help      would you put out your hand? Or is helping these children      beyond your power of command? If you would just listen      those cries that you hear are cries of desperation,      cries of pain and cries of fear just remember your risk      is backed by a life force and LIFE should always be      worth risking for.