And when they speak,
we don't ever ask
Cause' we are still afraid
of what's behind the mask
The child will make it
The child will cope
we give them therapy
and then we give them hope
We will say they are alright
We ignore their pain within
But all they want is love
Without touching their skin
That is something we can't give,
a thing they will not understand
Digging in their childhood grave,
searching for our hands