Scars Are Deep

They took the tongues the children knew,
And taught them lies to make them new.
Their sacred songs were cast as sin,
The drum was hushed, the heart drawn thin.

The names they bore were torn away,
A number spoke where truth should stay.
Letters replaced the native sound,
Their stories lost, their roots unbound.

The scars are deep, the truth was hid,
They did the things they swore they did.
The children’s eyes still haunt the land,
Their stories carved in soil and sand.

Cold halls would echo silent cries,
While priests ignored those pleading eyes.
A strap was swung to keep them still,
The fear became the daily meal.

Pale walls replaced the forest green,
A cage disguised as discipline.
The seasons froze in endless night,
Where dreams were dimmed and hearts held tight.

The scars are deep, the truth was hid,
They did the things they swore they did.
The children’s eyes still haunt the land,
Their stories carved in soil and sand.

Some never saw their homes again,
Their childhood buried deep in pain.
The parents’ arms were left to ache,
Beneath the truth no word could break.

The memories burned yet still survive,
In voices fierce and kept alive.
They tell the world what must be known,
So healing seeds can once be sown.

The scars are deep, the truth was hid,
They did the things they swore they did.
The children’s eyes still haunt the land,
Their stories carved in soil and sand.
The scars are deep, the truth was hid,
They did the things they swore they did.
The children’s eyes still haunt the land,
Their stories carved in soil and sand.
The children’s eyes still haunt the land,
Their stories carved in soil and sand.

60s Dark pop
Medium to fast tempo 
Intense chorus 
Male singers