Child Cries.....But Who Hears It?

Why is it every night before I go to bed
that have these bad memories locked inside my head?
It is me as a child against a wall my voice to small
No one hears me, no one wants to know
No one has any love to show

Child so small, fragile and weak
Little child has no energy to speak
Unprotected all alone
This child no love is shown

Smiles at school, behind a pretend wall
Because there she is away from it all
But she is still thinking about it in her head
What she has to go home to, what she dreads

She wonders if she will ever be happy, ever find a home
Or for the rest of my life will she be alone
No more dads screaming, no more mummies drinking
Hoping and wondering constantly thinking

To do this though she has to wait a few years
So for now she is still scared and full of fears
No more daddy shouting, no more mummy crying
Sister knows it is regular, she is constantly sighing

Now I am getting older, I have now found my voice
So now I get to make a rather large choice
Should I be brave and stay
Or should I just go and slip away

Now though I am brave
My life I will save
Because no I am happy and not alone
I have love, which is clearly shown

But every night before I go to bed
Will I still have the memories in my head?
I don’t think I will when I leave this home
I think the sadness will leave me alone

But children out there will always cry
They might wish the world goodbye
They are small and weak
No one ever hears them speak