Traffik

Two men at the doorstep
See eyes so full of light
Their lips give prospect
Of a better life
Family’s got no money
Offer seems so right
Hope for a better future
Will give them rest tonight

Papers exchange hands
As the doors they close behind
Into foreign lands
A darkness she will find
“Now you owe me money
Darling, you owe me your very life
Don’t ever think of running
You’ll lay with them tonight!”

(and she says):
Someone get me I’m lost and empty
That hands that grip me
Are void of love
The nights unending
Will this ever end?
I’m so alone!!

Locked inside her room
Where ‘lovers’ come all day
Her innocence forgotten
Only good for a quick lay
The bruises that she covers
Won’t protect her from the pain
Out of anger, fear, frustration
They do it all the same.

Desperate for escape
Don’t care about the risks
Either through in open window
Or the slitting of her wrists
The harder that she tries
They pull her back for more
For money or cheap pleasure
She remains to them a whore

(And she cries):
Someone get me I’m lost and empty
That hands that grip me
Are void of love
The nights unending
Will this ever end?
I’m so alone!!

(>)Years through wealthy nations
From sea to shining sea
The freedom that she’ll witness
Only good for you and me
Nowhere to be found
That family that she loved
Her tears are all for nothing
To the faces seen above

(And she screams):
Has no one seen me?
A life left empty
The hands that rape me
Are sons of yours
If someone wants me
And not for sex and money
Why won’t you touch me
Like once before
My stories ending
Lift my burden now
Please...
Take...
Me...
Home...

Stop her selling
Stop her buying
Stop the raping
End this slavery!!
Stop my selling
Stop my buying
Stop my raping
End my slavery!!

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