who will tell the child on the playground
that the petition they passed around
still haunts her to this day
who will tell the girl sitting on the couch
that she still hears the banging rice pot
and the screams they uttered that night
as she's pacing the corridors of the house
who's going to tell the girl crying in her car
that even seven hundred miles away
she still can't escape his words that night
who is going to tell her
i'm still right where i was left
all those years ago