They know
I'm telling you they know
My heart cries for them
For those that know
But do not care to act
Sleeping in bitter dreams
And broken nightmares
Soon to pass
They know
In my heart I know
They hide their care
My eyes wet
The sun no longer my comfort
Maybe the night will erase
The all-knowing thoughts
The terrors they know
The beaten they are
Bruised are their hearts
Broken are their minds
Closed are their souls
Crying are their bodies
They know
They beg me not to speak
A hard task for one who cries
For those who know
Suffering they are
Sifting through their tortured minds
Losing bittersweet hope
Laughing at nothing
Needing more than this
Never giving in-Though that may be their salvation
They know
They know more than they let on
Please, don't you see?
Can't you hear their screams?
Please, I'm telling you
They know...
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