Tasha Miller - Blue Carpet

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.

Written by:
TASHA JOY MILLER

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Lyrics © Tasha Joy Miller, Songtrust Ave

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