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A tortured at midnight, the moon sheds another tear,
a tear thats with sorrow, for the child that cries in fear,
of both its parents, whos lives are so frustrated
the child was not a of love, through lust it was created.

They whip it with a strap, burn it on the red hot grill,
cos mother didnt this child, she wished she was on the pill,
and father go out at night for drinks with all the boys,
cos money goes on nappies, baby food and toys.

With crying, day and night, tears on tormented breath,
something must be sorted out, before it dies a death.
The parents have a another row, ends up in a fight,
and baby screams in terror as it senses in the night,
a hatred so intense it cuts the atmosphere,
an atmosphere so razor sharp, breaking point is near.