K.d. lang As things start to surface Tears come on down Scars of childhood In a small town Hurt she pushed inward Starting to show Now she'll do some talking But he'll never know Tables have turned now With a child of her own But she's blind to the difference What's taught is that's known Numbed by reaction Stripped of the trust A young hheart is broken Not aware that it's just A family tradition The strength of this land Where what's right and wrong Is the back of a hand Turns girls into women A boy to a man But the rights of the children Have nowhere to stand Memories of children Are written in stone Some they get buried Not to be shown Still they do linger Deep down inside Like a seed that's been planted And won't be denied
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