la maltraitance des enfants

Valuable hearts , precious days of childhood

lovely faces , breathtaking smiles 

all missed 

all missed out of a beautiful life

A soul just molested 

just tried upon 

at stages when they

deserved love, happiness

and all they could do is cry

Cry out their hearts 

choose lonely grounds rather 

than their peer company

Rather than the exclusive playing

just chose the deserted streets

chose home and idiot box to be their 

only friends

Playmates they can rely upon 

difficukt were they to find

complicated was their life 

fear just creeped upon 

shadows just left them alone

life wasn't the usaual one

Not the common anytime 

all they could do is haye themselves

hide themseelves from the world 

a dominion world

The world that thrived upon 

the souls of the children

crazy , happy to be kids