So many prayers have gone up
For the so many tears that have been shed
From the lost of innocence of so many
Right in their own homes- In their own beds
They're kissed on, touched and rubbed
And from that they are forced to be
Slaves of some one's sick desires
Some one's horrible idea of ecstasy
They cry out to the same places
That they often cry out from
Churches, homes, schools, gatherings
Any where that trust had been formed
Though so many pretend not to see them
So many pretend not to hear their cry
They see and hear the pain of the innocent
But don't care enough to reply
But the same voices that are crying for help today
Will be trouble someone has to face tomorrow
For God is not sleeping on any of this
There will be wrath waged because of their sorrow
No matter who does the wrong
It doesn't make it right
How does a person who has no voice
Stand to be heard, when it's time to fight!
Someone must stand for those who can't stand
Against these crimes that are so insensible
God will judge the perpetrators of these crimes
Against who the world has made the INVISIBLE.