Last night when you were all alone,
Takin' care of your baby sister,
Though you couldn't see me, I WAS THERE.
When your baby sister cried, I KISSED her.
I SAW the raised welt upon her leg, looked like a blister.
When your momma came home and hit you in the face,
I SAW you hide your fear and shame with a smile painted in place.
And I WEPT tears for the children who are hurt each day,
By the selfishness of others and the cruel games they play.
And the cruelty doesn't go away.
Your sister's two and you are only seven.
But I'll tell you this, son, there really is a heaven.
And there really is a God, way up in the sky.
And one day, soon, you're gonna spread your wings and fly,
WITHOUT YOUR MOTHER.