Little Martha
Words & Music by Edgar Montes De Oca copyright Feb 2000

The city life can be magical, the city life can be mean

It makes a bad man happy, can drive a good man mad

Down on Willow and Seventh street a group of

children played each day

They would laugh and dance and sing to the music coming

from the record store

Little Martha caught my eye such a sweet young innocent child

She asked if I would dance with her and I accepted with a smile

Little Martha’s lonely as she plays but you can’t see it

Little Martha’s hiding dreams away, she’s so empty

Every day like the daily news I would punch the clock and meet

with my friends

Little Martha my special girl would make me feel like I had

something to say

Together we all we’re happy, we all forgot for a while

Everything else meant nothing, until that lonely day when she

made me cry

Cause Little Martha’s bleeding on my leg, she’s so helpless

Says her Daddy crossed that line again, He had to beat her

Little Martha’s crying on my chest, she’s so empty

As I hold her close to me she says, be my Daddy

She want’s her hero to save the day, I don’t know what to do

This precious girl yeah she’s begging me, begging to take her away

It’s not my life I don’t wanna choose, I’m so taken I’m so confused

How can a person be so deranged, to scar a little girl’s life this way

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