While in the desert of my heart I saw again those years
That made me to be the person I am; my eyes well up with tears
I have no choice but to see it all for I am sitting deep within
The sounds so hurtful from long ago are now echoing again.
I can hear the insults of my mom and feel the painful blows
Hear the cries of a little one holding secrets nobody knows
Then I see the others leave but the little one doesn't go
She continues to receive all the pain; for what, she doesn't know
Who can explain the reasons why some have to suffer so
Is there really an answer for this, I would really like to know
Please don't tell me about free will and that our God of love
Couldn't reach down from the Heavens and stop it from above.
God parted the sea and fed the thousands so surely little ole me
Could not have been a difficult task .. God just let me be
I'm not one to dabble with God but I know I'll ask some day
Why was it You let me suffer so much and never took me away.