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Someone Does Care


Pleas, anguished cries

Torn from the throat

Of an innocent child

Why?

 

The bruises, cuts, and scars

Who knows what they could be from

Or who could have put them there

Who could have gone that far?

 

He's torn up inside

He won't tell anyone

Who would believe him?

He'd rather die.

 

His friends see the marks

And when they ask

He blows it off

But it's destroying his heart.

 

So he tries to move on

By putting on a happy smile

Yet somebody sees through

His stories and facade.

 

And that one person

Who finds it in their heart

To be suspicious and call for help

They are the greatest ones.

 

They prod and plead with the children

To tell them what's happening

And in the end, they save a life

From being destroyed ever again.

 

So, if anyone ever notices

Something this tragic

Call for help, make a change

For the children with the oppressed voices.

 

One person can't do it all alone

Wars can't be won individually

But the tides of battle can be turned

If many decide to stand strong.

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