“They Put Their Trust in Us” is a song about children abuse and the system that fails them again and again. It tells of abuse, silence, and a justice system more concerned with politics than protection. While leaders argue over words like “monster,” children continue to bleed. The song also points to what most refuse to see the link between drugs and human trafficking. Every deal, every “small dose,” feeds the same networks that trade in children’s lives. It’s an angry prayer, a cry for those who cannot speak, and a reminder that silence and ignorance make us complicit. Their little hands still reach…. . . . Lyrics: There’s a market for the lost and young, A price tag placed on every one. Some buy flesh, some buy control, They sell a child, they steal a soul. A mind once pure, now cracked and sold, A life exchanged for greed and gold. We count the cost of war and pain, But never what their hearts contain. Monsters walk in daylight’s skin, Leaders argue “monster” while children bleed. While children cry in silent rooms, The wolves are free, the courts concede. We talk of rights, we talk of pain, But the system’s blind, it stays the same. They put their trust in us, we look away. We preach love, but we let them pay. The smallest hearts, too pure to see— Their little hands still reach for you and me. Rapists walk with lifted chins, Their crimes weigh less than state deceit. While lawyers grin with empty eyes, Counting bloodstained alibis. They say, “defense is just the law,” But justice died in what they saw. They put their trust in us, we look away. We preach love, but we let them pay. The smallest hearts, too pure to see— Their little hands still reach for you and me. They cut the price for every crime, As if her pain had crossed the line. They said her pain was priced too high, And left her shattered, still denied. They lock them up, then set them free, To hurt again, predictably. The law’s a lie, the scars too deep, While justice turns away to sleep. The streets sell dreams, the veins sell death, The cash runs red with a child’s last breath. We legalize the smallest dose, While feeding devils none oppose. If we don’t fight, we take their side. Silence is the same as crime. They are born to trust, to grow— And we are what they learn to know. They put their trust in us, we look away. We hide truth, and call it grey. The smallest hearts, too pure to see— Their little hands still reach for you and me. They put their trust in us, we look away. We hide truth, and call it grey. The smallest hearts, too pure to see— Their little hands still reach They put their trust in us, we look away. We hide truth, and call it grey. The smallest hearts, too pure to see— Their little hands still reach…. - Mastered by mixea.commore