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 shell do some talking
But hell never know

Tables have turned now
With a child of her own
But shes blind to the difference
Whats taught is thats known

Numbed by reaction
Stripped of the trust
A young hheart is broken
Not aware that its just

A family tradition
The strength of this land
Where whats 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 thats been planted
And wont be denied