Baby For Hire

Baby For Hire


I once had her heart and so did she,

But it don't belong to her and it don't belong to me.

It should belong to God, but she sold it for drugs,

When just a young teen, she sought out the thugs

Who were stationed on their blocks and easy to find

By the high wires marked with shoes on the lines.

Now baby sells her body, her possessions and mine,

And whatever she can steal to get a line.

No longer in my arms can she be rocked,

There is no protection for her from that other rock.

I can no longer have my baby's back,

She will not let me, she's addicted and that

Is all she seeks, the next million-dollar high.

I keep praying for her, and crying in the night,

I keep on fighting an impossible fright,

That some day she'll over-dose,

Or listen to all those

Drug-induced voices in her head,

The drugs and the voices that wish her dead.

I've given her to God, the baby for hire,

The grown-up child looking for a dealer,

Who has put out his feeler,

And is lookin' for a buyer.

If anyone can save her before it's too late...

It must be God, or she's sealed her fate.

He can turn her around if she'll only let him...

So the drugs don't take her away for good,

Baby for hire, look to that higher power,

Do not hesitate, or it'll be too late,

It has to be close to that very last hour.



(I love you, S...always have; always will.)



c KC 2006