A child is born with hope and trust
Then all is gone by a neighbor's lust
Called to house to then was a friend
To started a nightmare that for years wouldn’t end

He touches the child, it doesn’t feel right
The child stays in a frozen fright
He gives a trinket and say “do not tell"
It’s throw away for of dirt it smells

The child cries out, but not in words
It’s not answered for It’s not heard
So the child is lost, not yet a man
Hope and trust gone with sands

Into the mind comes a well of shame
Drowning the soul with guilt and blame
The child is lost and no one cares
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