It's easy to laugh,

About something you see.

It's not easy for the child,

About to be beat.

It's easy to turn your head,

Away from unkind words.

It's not easy for the child,

To shy away from the lashes.

It's easy to cry,

When you see something sad.

It's not easy for the child,

To admit that it hurts.

It's easy for you to feel,

For the children in third world countries.

It's not easy for the child,

Who is tortured by the memories.