Suffer In Silence

The power of threats the wisdom of words abusers must have it for seldom is heard
The voice of the victim as the damage is done it could be your daughter or maybe your son,
Who are the abusers some never get caught the victims it seems are too frightened to talk
A mother, a father, or a man of the cloth, a so called man who should hold no wrath.

What goes through the mind of the lives they destroy an innocent girl or an innocent boy
Escape is so futile they step into the lair it’s hard to imagine just what happens in there,
With a mind so disturbed needing gratification to ruin a life with no justification
The filthy deed done it doesn’t end there; see you tomorrow, now squeal if you dare.

So pure and so godly who will they believe, do you think you’re the first? There’s dozens in need.
In need of a shoulder just someone to tell but the fear is too great as they savour the smell,
Lost and alone you obey the command no matter how sick do as they demand
Your tears and screams will never be heard; you think you’re the first? No today you’re the third,
Now do as you are told no matter the cost or you won’t be the first, whose life will be lost.

Feeding their passion no woman or man can give them the power, as a child can,
As they vent their perversions time and again pushed into submission enduring the pain,
As the victim lies crying unable to sleep the rules must be kept and the rapist will reap,
All the rewards are coming their way they get into your mind and that’s where they’ll stay.

Under your skin mustn’t make a mistake, who do they pick? Who do they rape?
So suffer in silence innocent child the rapist sits back with a slow easy smile,
He sits back in arrogance not to be caught; over again another life’s bought,
A few years later the knock gives a fright, who can that be at this time of night?
Led away in shame fate sealed it would seem his control has now ended, so children run free.