Blue Carpet (feat. Vince O'Malley)
You seen that child on blue carpet
Her dress is colorful and trim
Her hair a brown bouquet of curls
Her tears fall down right to her chin
She squeezed her knees up to her warm heart
Her little feet: they seem to shake
Said that she only wanted mama
There must have been a big mistake
She let it all out in Room 2A
The carpet under her is wet
She cried for love official to her
But cannot ever seem to get
There is a child on blue carpet
The final bell has not yet rung
She lifts her head in wonder
"How do those other kids have fun?"
Day in day out it is all the same
Different faces different names
Her care is paid for by the hour
And sense of self confused with shame
Am I the only one who sees her
And is she crying just for me
And is it my duty to listen
To comfort her and set her free
She's crying out loud in Room 2A
The carpet under her still wet
She calls for love official to her
But cannot ever seem to get
She lives a life she cannot bother
She cannot understand the rules
Sees Ellie go home with her father
But reality won't let her too
A little life is on blue carpet
Her dress is colorful and trim
Her hair a brown bouquet of curls
And her tears fall down way past her chin.
Her dress is colorful and trim
Her hair a brown bouquet of curls
Her tears fall down right to her chin
She squeezed her knees up to her warm heart
Her little feet: they seem to shake
Said that she only wanted mama
There must have been a big mistake
She let it all out in Room 2A
The carpet under her is wet
She cried for love official to her
But cannot ever seem to get
There is a child on blue carpet
The final bell has not yet rung
She lifts her head in wonder
"How do those other kids have fun?"
Day in day out it is all the same
Different faces different names
Her care is paid for by the hour
And sense of self confused with shame
Am I the only one who sees her
And is she crying just for me
And is it my duty to listen
To comfort her and set her free
She's crying out loud in Room 2A
The carpet under her still wet
She calls for love official to her
But cannot ever seem to get
She lives a life she cannot bother
She cannot understand the rules
Sees Ellie go home with her father
But reality won't let her too
A little life is on blue carpet
Her dress is colorful and trim
Her hair a brown bouquet of curls
And her tears fall down way past her chin.
Credits
Writer(s): Tasha Joy Miller
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