How many boys did you say were abused by priests again
Three thousand in France alone?
The eyes of these children are blurred with tears
Their wholeness and integrity seemingly gone
Life can be shortened by that much pain
Such humiliation blows out your flame
Emotions of this size power you down
Smash your body hard and flat to the ground
These boys’ scars are everywhere
Floating through space while doing them harm
As for decades they were telling lies to themselves
That whatever they did, they did wrong
That what happened to them, was their own stupid fault
That they deserved being treated like that
How can they ever forget or forgive or move on
When they are caught in a bag like a cat
Their confusion keeps growing as they hide away
In introversy, misunderstandment and shame
They loose the feeling in their head, arms and legs
As the panic in their body inflates
They wander around in cold nights with no home
May get sick and let go of their hope
Their eyes may get blind to the worth of their life
And some in the end may give up
So please tell them now, before it’s too late
That each tear that they shed makes them strong
If nobody else, they can be kind to themselves
And trust that they did nothing wrong