Pain

No one's listening,
            to the cries
No one's answering,
            all the whys
A baby, growing up
            in hate
Sex and violence,
            Satans bait
A father looks
            the other way
"Hey, he'll be okay
            someday"
Turn on TV,
            close the door
Turn off minds,
            can't deal with more
A mother thinks,
            the job is done
Out the door,
            to have some fun
She screams at her son's
            violent ways
He walks away,
            in a silent daze
looked at with
            the eyes of shame
Point the finger,
            shake the blame
Cuts like a knife,
            with words and looks
Carries a gun,
            along with books
A father asks,
            what he did wrong
Once again its,
            the same old song
"Then never mind,
            I've got to go"
"I've got no time,
            don't even want to know"
His child screams inside with
            pain
He should have known,
            always the same
No one's listening,
            to the cries
No ones answering,
            all the whys
except
            Jesus