Lyrics
as things start to surface, and tears come on down, the scars of childhood, in a small town, the hurt she pushed inward, is starting to show, now she'll do some talking, but he'll never know, the tables have turned now, with a child of her own, but she's blind to the difference, what's taught is what's known, numbed by reaction, and stripped of the trust, a young heart is broken, not aware that it's just, a family tradition, the strength of this land, where what's right and wrong, is the back of a hand, turns girls into women, and a boy to a man, the rights of the children, have nowhere to stand, the memories of children, are written in stone, and some they get buried, not to be shown, but still they do linger, deep down inside, like a seed that's been planted, and won't be denied
Song details
Artist: k.d. lang