Tzscherper

This is for the ones like me, The ones who are broken but none can see. This is for the ones who've been lost, The ones who've paid a high cost. This is for the broken souls, Whose lives have washed up on barren shoals. This is for the ones who were broken in another's hands, The ones who've cried enough tears to cover vast lands. This is for the girl who has become unclean under his touch, For the boy who's suffered just as much. This is for the people shattered on the ground, For the ones who suffer without making a sound. This is for the broken ones, For all the daughters and sons.