They cry in the dark so you can't see their tears. They hide in the light so you can't see their fears. Forgive and forget all the while. Love and pain become one and the same. In the eyes of a wounded child. Because Hell. Hell Is For Children. And you know that their little lives can become such a mess. Hell. Hell Is For Children. And you shouldn't have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh. It's all so confusing this brutal abusing. They blacken your eyes and then apologize. You're daddy's good girl and don't tell mommy a thing. Be a good little boy and you'll get a new toy. Tell grandma you fell off the swing. Because Hell. Hell Is For Children. And you know that their little lives can become such a mess. Hell. Hell Is For Children. And you shouldn't have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh. No Hell Is For Children. Hell. Hell is for Hell. Hell is for Hell. Hell Is For Children. Hell. Hell is for Hell. Hell is for Hell. Hell Is For Children. Hell. Hell is for Hell. Hell is for Hell. Hell Is For Children. Hell Is For Children. Hell Is For Children.