The chains binding the heart have broken;
Everything we feel is real.
Surrounded by walls, but not really walls;
Those with the key can get in.
Accused of something we didn't do;
Made an enemy not true.
The heart breaks, the children cry;
Want to hurt, but not to die.
But instead we pray,
And look for the light of day.
Seek those who are safe,
Those with whom we can feel free.
Life goes on, and so must we.
Go forward, and choose to be.
The heart will heal, and we will grow;
And hopefully, someday soon, we will know;
How to choose those wo won't hurt us,
but instead support us.
