Look into their hollowed eyes br and tell me you don't care. br There are so many hurting br and it's more than I can bear. br br What happens to our young br that makes them crave the pain? br How could they feel so helpless br that it drives them near insane? br br So many young are cutters. br They have a thirst for tears. br Where are all their parents br while they're out facing their fears? br br How can we save these children? br It kills me when I know br that underneath they're dying br yet the scars they don't let show. br br If I could give them strength br and help them see the way... br I'd trade them my tomorrows br if that gained them one more day.