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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A little child sits alone, in his home tonight Mothers gone out, as he’s just pushed aside Only five years old, and being alone is such a fright His mommy hasn’t hugged him, since his daddy died He dials zero on the telephone, asking for the number to heaven The lady said God don't have a phone, as she begins to laugh He tells the lady she's wrong, that daddy said God loves all his children And as a tear rolled off his cheek, he said God has everything Zero was the number of hugs, his mommy gave him Zero was the kisses she gave, when he’d clean his room Zero was the presents he recieved, last week when he turned five To him zero was the way of life, since his daddy died He dials the number to the church, where his daddy used to go He said preacher man, I need to talk to God and daddy He said the lady says, I can't talk to God on the telephone But tonight I'm all alone, and I need to talk to daddy The preacher man told him to talk to daddy, he had to get down on his knees That God and daddy were listening, that they would hear his words When the preacher man was done, he came and took the boy into the city And with a smile on his face, the little boy said my daddy heard my words Zero was the number of hugs, his mommy gave him Zero was the kisses she gave, when he’d clean his room Zero was the presents he recieved, last week when he turned five To him zero was the way of life, since his daddy died Now he lives with a new mommy and daddy, kisses and hugs everyday His mommy sits in a cell alone, full of tears and feeling sad Now zero is the sons she has, for leaving him alone to play And zero is the number he forgets, when he kneels and talks to dad
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