I remember those nights you read to me,
Jonathan and David were the best of friends;
and Jesus loved me that I knew,
because you told me that it was true.

So when daddy left us all alone,
I said don't worry mommy, I'm by your side;
nothing will be able to hurt us, have no fear
because your Michael is always here.

Then they took you away, mommy,
said you were sick in the mind;
so I prayed Jesus make you better.
You said that he was my friend.

Is Jesus my friend?

They took me to live with a bad man,
but he always smiled to their face.
it's wrong! It's wrong! Don't touch me!
But he said he'd hurt you unless I did.

His words didn't scare me, mommy,
he couldn't do anything at all to me;
but when he said he would hurt you,
I'd do anything to keep you safe.

Nothing can hurt us, I'll keep you safe.

So we survived the best that we could manage,
scraping together the crumbs of others' feast;
I looked over you the best that I could,
until I just had nothing left to give.

You knew it was killing me slowly,
stifling the talents that I had within;
so you told me to go out into the world,
to do my very best. You'd be okay.

But you weren't okay.

You taught me all there was to know about God,
except how to make him listen to my pleas.
So God please, please: look out for her;
tell her to never fear, I will always be near.