- ask me - amy grant -I see her as a little girl Hiding in her room She takes another bath And she sprays her mama's perfume To try to wipe away The scent he left behind But it haunts her mind
You see, she's his little rag Nothing more than just a waif And he's mopping up his need She is tired and afraid Maybe she'll find a way Through these awful years To disappear
Ask me if I think there's a God up in the Heaven Where did He go in the middle of her shame? Ask me if I think there's a God up in the Heaven I see no mercy, and no one down here's naming names Nobody's naming names
Now, she's looking in the mirror At a lovely woman face No more frightened little girl Like she's gone without a trace Still she leaves the light Burning in the hall It's hard to sleep at all
'Til she crawls up in her bed Acting quiet as a mouse Deep inside, she's listening For a creaking in the house But no one's left to harm her She's fin'ly safe and sound There's a peace she has found
Ask her how she knows there's a God up in the Heaven Where did He go in the middle of her shame? Ask her how she knows there's a God up in the Heaven She said His mercy is bringing her life again She's coming to life again
He's in the middle of her pain, in the middle of her shame Mercy brings life He's in the middle Mercy in the middle
So ask me how I know Ask me how I know
Ask me how I know there's a God up in the Heaven Where did He go in the middle of her shame? Ask me how I know there's a God up in the Heaven She said His mercy is bringing her life again
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i do not know why.. but feeling very upset..
can someone just give me one tight big slap on my face can..? or kill me with a knife also can..?
i rather die now than anything else.. i'm tired of living le.. KILL ME LA..!!!!!!
