We never really know What happens in a person’s home. We can’t really know What happens when they’re alone. It’s every block and street Even from those we trust to lead. Too often parents turn And simply refuse to even heed.
Crying and waiting for the rainbow After seasons of so much rain. It’s a heartbreak one must suffer Waiting the rainbow to come again.
Not one in a million There are far too many suffering Not one in a thousand Even if parents don’t know a thing. Not one in a hundred That is only one small percent. They are the victims And they never gave their consent.
Crying and waiting for the rainbow After seasons of so much rain. It’s a heartbreak one must suffer Waiting the rainbow to come again.
Many think it’s a seldom thing Yet it is too large a fraction of the whole Robbing the children of youth And taking away the basis of their soul. They don’t want to admit it But if they care about them, they must Because abusing children is A vile way to steal from them their trust.
Crying and waiting for the rainbow After seasons of so much rain. It’s a heartbreak one must suffer Waiting the rainbow to come again.