a deep grey nursery
creche a poor and dirty cage
dreams of wonderland

will never come true in this world

born into this misery

never knowing any reason why
cowering on the dirty floor
bed-ridden, beaten - every day


...under the seal of secrecy


eyes full of pain
belonging to the weaker sex
staring into space

so many years of hopelessness

in prison without any guilt

the children of no home and love
and they sing:
nursery rhymes out of their mind

without sense - sad cries for help

...under the seal of secrecy


growing into apathy
enduring every use of force

body like a numb limb
without ache - but soul is still alive


...under the seal of secrecy

[lead: T. Bauer]