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Nothing is free in a battered child’s world
Smiles are cold and souls are sold
No age limit young or old
The devil is rampant
The children are his prey
Eyes are always blind
Mouths have nothing to say
Deaf ears fall on the battered child’s cry
If they speak the truth
They must be telling a lie
Eternal rest is the battered child’s plea
The only way the devil will set them free
Many prayers to God above
For every innocent child
The ones in a bad home
The ones in the missing files
Prayers coming in
Just like a flood
God, cover the battered children with your blood
