Stopping the Cycle

A little girl lays crumpled Alone on a cold floor No blanket no pillow What a sad little soul Mommy beaten up All black and blue She lays on a couch In the next room Her daddy the culprit With a temper and no booze His addiction to alcohol Controls his next mood A family in crisis But no one to help out A cycle continues Dear God it must stop Pick up these boken pieces Please put them into place Show them the way to beat this Is through your nuturturing grace Give them belief In your holy soul So all of this heartbreak They can finally let go