Tracy Porter - The Author
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Hell is for Children

They cry in the dark, so you canít see their tears
They hide in the dark, so you canít see their fears
Forgive and forget all the while
Love and pain become one and the same
In the eyes of a wounded child

Suffer the little children
At the hands of evil men (and women)
No baby dolls, no teddy bears
No lullabies for them

Because hell
Hell is for children
And you know their little lives can become such a mess

Hell
Hell is for children
And you shouldnít have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh

Itís all so confusing, this brutal abusing
They blacken your eyes, and then apologise
Youíre daddyís little girl and donít tell mommy a thing
Be a good boy, and youíll get a new toy

You who done the deed better do some prayiní too
Better hope that Godís forgiving like they say
Cause somewhere, somebody keeps a list
Of the evils that men do
And your nameís right up there
I heard Ďem say

Pat Benetar