The Little Girl On the Porch

Sitting on the front porch watching the clouds roll by Sat a little beautiful girl that she seemed a little shy She didn’t talk to strangers from what she’d been taught in school She did her very best to follow the golden rule She always sat there quietly as if not to scare away The pictures in the clouds that floated by her everyday It was as if she was dreaming of things still yet to come Of what her future held and woman she was to become I never noticed her move she just stared up in the sky Even when I waved on the days that I’d drive by She sat alone in silence letting the wind blow cross her face The beautiful little girl whose dress was made of lace One day I saw her mom on the driveway at the road I noticed a sign in the yard and on that sign said sold I stopped just to say I’d miss the little girl That I saw sitting on the porch the one with all the curls The mother started weeping as the tears rolled out her eyes Was it something I said? I was sorry I made you cry She said her little girl has been dead now for many years As her lip began to quiver when she tried to hold back the tears She said she was sitting on the porch when a car lost all control It crashed into the porch now in my hearts a great big hole She loved to watch the clouds slowly drift cross the sky She was taken way too soon by a drunk driver passing by I stood there in amazement not knowing what to say The little girl on the porch I saw her plain as day I drove off down the road and it really made me think What makes people want to drive after having something to drink You never know whose life you affect when you get behind the wheel It may be an innocent little drink but a life you may just steal Next time when you drink think of the little girl With the dress made out of lace and the head with many curls