I laid on the table
and looked at the light.
He played with my body'
while my mind took flight.
Where was my Mama?
What was he doing?
If I had my way now,
those times he'd be ruing.
For a child of four,
Who trembled with fear.
And now who knows,
Her Jesus was near,
He protected her soul,
but allowed this to be,
And still she calls
Why me? Why me? |
