words and music by Bill Pere
Run orphan child, run far away
As she runs, she thinks back to that day...
When in the night, that man with a gun came into their home
He ripper off her mothers clothes while she was in the kitchen alone
Then he shot her...
Her father cam running down stairs to see what had happened
He saw the man pointing the gun at his little girl
He picked up a chair and smashed it
Across the gunman's right hand as the gun fell to the floor
One shot went off and the little girl's father breathed no more...
The man with his crushed hand went running out through the back door
The crying scared little girl he left behind was the only one who saw...
Now orphan girl, here's your new home
With other boys and girls like you who are alone
And maybe someday, you'll find a real home
But it wasn't long before a couple came to adopt her
A nice looking young man and his pretty wife
They've come to give you a home and a new life...
But oh, how she ran from the nice man
For as he signed her adoption papers, she saw his right hand..
© Bill Pere. All Rights Reserved
"If a man tried to take his time on earth and prove before he died what one man's life could be worth, I wonder what would happen to this world?" --- Harry Chapin