Baby Girl

Panic grips my heart and squeezes

What has she done, where has she gone

Please, oh, lord, let this be her own doing

Not some maniac, not Satan’s spawn

Terror grips my mind and squeezes

I see her running frantic in the night

Being raped, being beat, being cut by a knife

Lying hurt in a ditch, fighting for her life

And I’m not there

Please, God, let her be all right

Worry grips my soul and squeezes

My world has suddenly redefined

Can’t stop the horror reel as it runs through my mind

Can’t stop the images, the madness entwined

The second hand moves but an inch

It’s going to be a very long night