LITTLE MARTYR

Crown of thorns wrapped around her head. Sacred cross resting on her chest. Prayer book by the foot of the bed. LITTLE MARTYR trying to do her best. A fire burns then a fire dies. A sinner sins and a liar lies. Clowns laugh and babies cry. These are the simple truths of her daily life. Faith in god. self denial. You’re spared the rod then your life’s on trial. She pays the price but ignores the worth. She knows the dates of all the saints’ births. She pays in cash never credit card. Little martyr oh she works so hard. When he wanted her to be his wife. She said no thanks baby that’s alright. But he was handy with a kitchen knife. She turned her back so he took her life. Faith in god…she could see when her closed. When she died her heart became a rose. Now she’s buried ‘neath a cedar tree. Little martyr, won’t you pray for me? Little martyr, who can you trust? Little martyr won’t you pray for us? Crown of thorns wrapped around her head. Sacred cross resting on her chest. Prayer book by the foot of her bed. Little martyr trying to do her best. Little martyr trying to be her best. Little martyr, who can you trust? Little martyr, won’t you pray for us?

Written by Doria Roberts. ©1995-2002 Hurricane Doria Music