As things start to surface   And tears come on down   The scars of a childhood   In a small town      The hurt she pushed inward   Is starting to show   Now she'll do some talking   But he'll never know      The tables have turned now   With a child of her own   But she's blind to the difference   What's taught is what's known      Numbed by reaction   And stripped of the trust   A young heart is broken   Not aware that it's just      A family tradition   The strength of this land   Of where what's right and wrong   Is the back of a hand      Turns girls into women   And a boy to a man   The rights of the children   Have nowhere to stand   The rights of childrens   Have nowhere to stand      The memories of children   Are written in stone   And some they get buried   Not to be shown      But still they do linger   Deep down inside   Like a seed that's been planted   And won't be denied      A family tradition   The strength of this land   Of where what's right and wrong   Is the back of a hand      Turns girls into women   And a boy to a man   The rights of the children   Have nowhere to stand   The rights of the children   Have nowhere to stand