They lie awake at night reliving the past
In the lonely darkness, memories that last
With a tear in their eye and trauma in their head
They figure out the world, alone in their bed.
As the sun comes up they face another day
With such strength and bravery but not got the words to say
That they feel the fear, the unknown of the maze outside
Not sure what to do so they run and they hide.
Big emotions, big thoughts and tiny hearts broken
Cause by actions, words and stories unspoken
Perfecting a coping mechanism, something to survive
They've done what they can in order to stay alive.
The trials they have faced, troubles forced to endure
They crave a life, a home, somewhere to feel safe and secure.
They're not asking for much, nothing at all
But for someone to be there to catch them when they fall.
We help them, guide them care for them but what does that mean?
A chance for them to be listened to, to be heard, to be seen.
So we are proud of them each day for what they have achieved
Because when the sun goes down, it's them that believed.