The hurt she pushed inward
The strength of this land
But still they do linger
Have nowhere to stand
The memories of children
The rights of the children
Turns girls into women
With a child of her own
A young heart is broken
Not aware that it's just
Have nowhere to stand
A family tradition
Are written in stone
Have nowhere to stand
But he'll never know
And some they get buried
The scars of a childhood
Deep down inside
And a boy to a man
The strength of this land
Of where what's right and wrong
The rights of childrens
And a boy to a man
Like a seed that's been planted
Numbed by reaction
Not to be shown
Turns girls into women
Of where what's right and wrong
Is the back of a hand
What's taught is what's known
And stripped of the trust
In a small town
The rights of the children
Is starting to show
Is the back of a hand
A family tradition
The rights of the children
The tables have turned now
Now she'll do some talking
And won't be denied
But she's blind to the difference
