K.d. Lang

As Things Start To Surface

Tears Come On Down

Scars Of Childhood

In A Small Town



Hurt She Pushed Inward

Starting To Show

Now She'll Do Some Talking

But He'll Never Know



Tables Have Turned Now

With A Child Of Her Own

But She's Blind To The Difference

What's Taught Is That's Known



Numbed By Reaction

Stripped Of The Trust

A Young Hheart Is Broken

Not Aware That It's Just



A Family Tradition

The Strength Of This Land

Where What's Right And Wrong

Is The Back Of A Hand

Turns Girls Into Women

A Boy To A Man

But The Rights Of The Children

Have Nowhere To Stand



Memories Of Children

Are Written In Stone

Some They Get Buried

Not To Be Shown

Still They Do Linger

Deep Down Inside

Like A Seed That's Been Planted

And Won't Be Denied