No Crap
The light turns to darkness,
The sun starts to fade.
I curl up in the corner because I am afraid.
Suddenly, I hear his footsteps
here they come, my way.
"Please don't let him hurt me!"
Silently, I pray.
The darkness turns to light
as I look up at his face.
He says "You don't belong here.
I've made a better place."
"But, surely, you don't know me
or you'd see that I've been hurt.
I've grown up in a place like this
and dirt will turn to dirt."
The Lord came and knelt beside me
and, in his arms, I'm wrapped.
He held me close and whispered
"I don't make no crap!"
The sun starts to fade.
I curl up in the corner because I am afraid.
Suddenly, I hear his footsteps
here they come, my way.
"Please don't let him hurt me!"
Silently, I pray.
The darkness turns to light
as I look up at his face.
He says "You don't belong here.
I've made a better place."
"But, surely, you don't know me
or you'd see that I've been hurt.
I've grown up in a place like this
and dirt will turn to dirt."
The Lord came and knelt beside me
and, in his arms, I'm wrapped.
He held me close and whispered
"I don't make no crap!"