Taken

Taken They were children when the leaving came, Small hands reaching for the door. For a mother’s voice, a father’s coat, For the home they knew before. They carried names they couldn’t speak, And songs they kept inside. They learned to hide their tears away, With all they felt denied. Oh, the children carried sorrow Through the long and lonely years. Some of it was never spoken, Some came shining through their tears. But the songs are rising slowly, And the old words find their way. The children carried pain for years, But they are here today. The school doors closed, the years rolled on, But silence crossed the land. It settled in the words unsaid, In hearts that couldn’t understand. A child would wonder why love felt far, Why home could feel so small. The hurt was handed down like shadows On a family wall. Oh, the children carried sorrow Through the long and lonely years. Some of it was never spoken, Some came shining through their tears. But the songs are rising slowly, And the old words find their way. The children carried pain for years, But they are here today. Now the stories find their voices, Now the healing starts to grow. Every name remembered Is a seed the next ones sow. There is strength in every language, There is courage in each song. There is love that keeps on reaching For the ones who came along. Oh, the children carried sorrow Through the long and lonely years. Now their truth is heard together, And the world is learning to hear. The songs are rising stronger, The old words find their way. The children carried pain for years, But their roots are here to stay.