The Little Girl

Her parents never took the young girl to church
Never spoke of his name
Never read her his words
two non believers walking lost in this world
Took their baby with them
what a sad little girl
Her daddy drank all day and her mommy did drugs
Never wanted to play or give kisses and hugs
She'd watch the t.v. and sit there on the couch
while her mom fell asleep and her daddy went out
And the drinking and the fighting just got worse every night
Behind their couch she'd be hiding oh what a sad little life

And like it always does the bad just got worse
With every slap and every curse
Until her daddy in a drunk rage one night
Used a gun on her mom and then took his life
And some people from the city took the girl far away
To a new mom and a new dad kisses and hugs every day

Her first day of Sunday school the teacher walked in
And a small little girl stared at a picture of him
She said I know that man there on that cross
I don't know his name but I know he got off
Cause he was there in my old house and held me close to hisside
As I hid there behind our couch the night that my parents died