Silently you cry for help,
All you get is a whispering breeze,
You cry for help, for mercy, for love,
You want to get out, you want to be free,
You try and scream, but nothing comes out,
You're disabled, you're hurting, you're longing to get away,
You cry your tears of sorrow,
But no one will know, you've yet to be found,
You scream and you cry, but no ones around,
The pain inside makes you feel numb,
You plead for mercy, it's not once granted,
So again you scream your silent fear,
But away with the breeze it's taken again
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