No one has ever seen them and no one ever will
They are tokens of the silence broken on that night
Reminder of those things that have escaped the light
So wounded and so broken the child that is inside
Waits for some permission to bring her things outside
Yet no one ever takes notice or ventures out to hear
What silences the child:and creates in her such fear.
So ashamed and afraid she has nowhere left to go
She remains a hidden prisoner of so many years ago
Unable to speak outloud everything she wants to share
The wounded child cries out but silence fills the air.