No one knows the pain they feel, for they cannot speak
No one knows the tears they'd cry, for they cannot weep
They ache to ask you why they're wrong, but you cannot hear
They huddle in a corner, for you fill them all with fear
They are small, yet you're the weak, and they are truly brave
They're beat and tortured, used for fur, your stomach is their grave
Forever trusting, ever hoping, aiming just to please
You yell and they will come, for in you they still believe
And dreaming of the day they can overcome their pain,
They see the sun that shines so bright in the pouring rain.