In the dead of the night there is a cry of pain.

One child looses innocence and a soul commits to flames.

No help hears this call and thus none arrives,

He is left to the darkness with tears in his eyes.

Again and again this same scene will replay,

The child holds a secret he will take to the grave. 

He gathers his heart now shattered in two,

Trying to suppress the memories is the best he can do.

As the years drag slowly by, he looses his grip;

The memories slip back in and his heart begins to unzip.

In the dead of the night there are no more cries of pain.

One child ends his life, another victim has been claimed.