| The boy stepped out his house on to the sidewalk
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| Looked down the street on his block and then he just stopped
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| And tied the shoes on his feet and then he just walked
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| It was the middle of the week outside was real hot
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| He told his dad where he would be now and what not
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| Said he would go down by trees near the bus stop
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| The clock read quarter to three and he just thought I’ll sneak around and play
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| hide and seek in the back lot
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| And on his way to the spot a man from upstairs
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| Told him to stop and come here and he just stared
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| At this little boy of seven years with brown hair
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| And as he came near the man whispered in his ear
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| What he said left him numb frozen with fear
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| He wanted to run but his feet wouldn’t go anywhere
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| He wanted to scream but he couldn’t he was glued there
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| He wanted to leave but he wouldn’t he was too scared
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| Cry no more
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| You don’t have to cry no more
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| Don’t cry no more
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| You don’t have to cry no more
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| What happened that day left him changed forever
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| A day he wished he could erase and never remember
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| He tried to block out the pain as he got older
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| But he was consumed with hate now for this neighbor
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| And everyday he was ashamed when he saw himself
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| So ashamed that he proclaimed that he would never tell
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| Blocked out the memory of the pain so he’d never feel
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| He’d pretend to be okay and hide in his shell
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| He’d try to put a smile on his face like all was well
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| But this child couldn’t change what he really felt
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| He blamed God for the cards that he was dealt
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| His heart grew hard by the time he was twelve
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| Began to fall apart and his grades start to fail
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| Until the day he cried to God asking for His help
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| He wanted to find and start a new life for himself
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| He closed his eyes and into the arms of Christ he fell
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| Cry no more
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| You don’t have to cry no more
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| Don’t cry no more
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| You don’t have to cry no more
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| Everything you heard the boy would never speak
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| He held it all inside until he turned fifteen
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| I know that might be hard for you to believe
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| But he couldn’t talk about it until God set me free
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| See way back when he was seven years old
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| He was sexually abused but no one was ever told
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| With nowhere to turn and no place to go
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| See he thought he could get through and maintain control
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| But little did he know he couldn’t make it on his own
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| But that was just the time when you came through to show
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| How much You loved him and You wanted him to know
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| That You would never leave and You would never go
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| And You taught him to forgive and gave peace to his soul
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| And now he truly lives cause You made him whole
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| From that day ever since he ain’t never been alone
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| That’s why he’d convinced he don’t have to cry no more
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| Cry no more
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| You don’t have to cry no more
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| Don’t cry no more
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| You don’t have to cry no more |