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Do see them?
The children sitting there They have been neglected They have been abused I see them I want to help I see the pain in their eyes I hear their silent cries But every step closer They get further away By the time I get too them I fear it will be to late I feel their pain More than you'll ever know More than I'll ever show I know what it's like To have the people you love Be the people you hate To have one parent hate you Scorn you Beat you And to have another Just sitting there frightened She doesn't do anything Because she is too afraid I was one of those children A short while ago I will help them I will cling to them I will never let go
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