The children you can hear them weep in their beds at night Oh what a haunted noise those tear's do sound.

They go to their beds to sleep but all around the dormitory's you can hear their whaling sounds as the children weep and just weep.

They cry for their Mum's They cry for their Dad's, Oh how they are unhappy and so very sad.

The children are breaking their hearts the tear's they just last and last they are abandoned and alone no one to talk with and they wish they could just go home.

Such an eerie sound does fill the room hoping against hope for their tears to subside soon.

The children did not do anything wrong yet their hearts are left without any trace of a song.

Abuse was the norm at Nazareth House why did these nuns fill our tiny minds with such fright.

We lived our lives full of horror and pain. why did no one want to listen or see all our tears pouring out relentlessly again and again?so lost and alone we all did feel with no one who cared to make sure we could get comfort and heal.

The life we led behind those big door's was like a horror film with our monsters and more why were we treated with such appalling abuse that when we did try and tell it was just no use.

Years & years we suffered all by ourselves we were to ashamed to even tell of our long living hell.

Our only privacy that we ever had was in our rooms in our beds at night in the dark so no one could see the torture on our faces but those weeping sound's did echo round the room and the morning came around for us all far too soon.

What had the children ever done? apart from looking and wanting to be loved and cared for by someone? why did you Nazareth House Nuns treat us so abysmally? and we never had any fun just what had we done? to be left with your marks and deep scars churned up all inside of us so scared were we to show or reveal any of them to anyone we had no one we could turn to to ease our pain what horrid memories of you are just embedded into our brains.