Her parents never took the young girl to church,

never spoke of his name,

never read her his word.

Two non-believers walking lost in this world,

took [their] baby with them,

what a sad little girl.

Her daddy drank all day and mommy did drugs,

never wanted to play,

or give kisses and hugs.

She'd watch the [TV] 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 everyday.

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,

he held me close to his side,

as [I] hid there behind our couch,

the night that my parents died.