Dealing with all of the family frustration
Makes me feel that I need a vacation
I'm asking for prayers from my friends far and wide
So that a sweet baby no longer must hide
Abuse and neglect and mental anguish
An end to this for this young child is my wish
She is scared, she is lost, she is missing her people
She isn't taught love of God or to visit a steeple
For all that she knows she has been left alone
To deal with these struggles – no call on the phone
Her security stripped by the one supposed to protect
Her parents are more than a pain in the neck
They've locked her away from those she holds dear
She's trapped in a home full of fighting and fear
Literal criminals keep her in shackles
So, although I hate to, these things I must tackle
My hope is to lock her father in jail
Her mother needs mental help without fail
No matter how much I talked, pleaded and tried
My daughter has made this sweet two year old hide
No longer this baby am I allowed to see
No longer am I able to monitor her safety
My worry builds as each new day passes
Pardon my language, but her parents are asses
I have struggled and prayed to do the right thing
The answer – go to the authorities and sing
Tell them everything that I know
And the worries that in my mind everyday grow
After speaking to them they have made a decision
To go after them with complete precision
I don't wish to take her away from her mother
But she isn't safe with her or the other
A home I will give to this little granddaughter
So she isn't led like a lamb to the slaughter
Domestic violence is what she learns there
Her mother won't leave him – it just isn't fair
Her brother has already been taken away
His father had enough of it one day
Her sister has made accusations aloud
So her dad was incarcerated though innocence he vowed
Her mother then had her chance to be free
“But I love him” the message to all she would plea
Instead of taking her chance to get out
She begged and she pleaded – for bail she did pout
This abuser she quickly placed back on the street
So more women and children he could frighten and beat
Again, I say this – my plea to you friends
Is for this sad story to have a good end
