she goes to school with bruises
the teachers see but ignore it
she died a few days later her daddy beat her maybe she'd be here
if only someone would of speak up
We see starving kids everyday
most people just turn an look another way families torn apart because most people have no heart
we should speak up
she goes to school wearing the same smelly clothes as the day before, she has an uncle who touches her where no man should go she tries to tell but nobody believes a 7yr old girl
she cut her wrists to escape her hell
Because not a soul would just speak up
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