Anna Marie

The man sat beside
The gravestone and cried
Today she’d be twenty three
His baby girl Anna Marie

Ten years today
God ripped her life away
And the man is still in misery
He misses his Anna Marie

He remembers it like last week
She was thirteen, small and meek
Why, why can’t God see?
He needs her here, his Anna Marie

Day and night, night and day
He’d fall to his knees and pray
“Please, Lord, return her to me
My child, my baby Anna Marie”

But God pretends not to hear
He enjoys the show, he cherishes tears
To the man’s heart, he has the key
His fallen daughter, Anna Marie

The man is a doll in God’s hand
He crushes his soul to sand
And though the man tries to flee
He is haunted by Anna Marie

The man goes home and drinks
He finds his drugs under the sink
And through his tears he sees
His beautiful angel, Anna Marie

“Take my hand, it isn’t far
We can leave, go to the stars”
Now he is gone as well as she
At last he’s back with Anna Marie.