Around every corner on every street,
Just beyond the comfort zone,
Children cry themselves to sleep.
Missed by the teacher, the neighbours, the wife,
Innocence loses its grip,
And the child fights on.
Where are you?
Behind the velvet curtains,
Barbed wire hands caress,
Our babies as they sleep.
'How can that be?' we quickly state,
Clawing for our cop out stance.
Surely we would have spoken out,
'If only we had known!'
This evil blame by choice denied,
Does not fall squarely at our feet.
So easy then to disregard,
The things we think we heard.
But worry not the accusing light,
Will never shine your way.
Of course it is the children's fault.
Tomorrow we will wake and greet the day,
From safest love and comfort places.
Our sanctuary of warmth,
Will sustain us for the entire race.
Pile the cereal in and adjust the grin,
We have a persona to maintain.
Me, Myself and I.
And as you turn and lock the door,
To quickly skip the terraced step.
Ensure you keep your head held southward,
There's a chance that you might just have seen,
The child that just passed quickly by,
With the expression fixed on empty,
Is her Daddy's little beauty queen.
