The little girl by John Michael Montgomery
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.