In Care

There's darkness all around me and a cold chill fills the air,
The people that take care of me, really they don't care,
They come to work each morning, to them it's nine to five,
I wonder if they notice that we're children and alive.

I thought that kids were precious, to some I guess we are,
But our parents didn't feel that, it's not likely we'll go far,
Education's not important; we've learnt lessons in our life,
It's not as if we're heading to be some Doctor's wife.

You have to fight a battle, to get through every day,
Don't tell if something's special; they'll just take it away,
And never show your feelings, against you they will use,
This is how it really is, just a catalogue of abuse.

They said this was to help me, for my Mum could not be there,
If this is what's called helping, leave me alone in here,
Close the door please as your leaving, for home and to unwind,
I'm only happy when I'm sleeping; you can't climb in my mind.

In my dreams I'm special; I'm the apple of their eye,
They hold me close and kiss my tears if ever I should cry,
Two parents that really love me, and joy is in the air,
Then you wake to the reality, you're being raised IN CARE.

Lisa