Oh Child, Child, Child
What is it you are doing?
Why are you selling yourself so cheap?
Like that fine mind and tender heart
That Our Father gave you is nothing?

Oh Child, Child, Child
Who is it who is paying?
When the day’s work is done?
You come home with a blooded up heart
‘Cause you sold out easily by just not caring.

Oh Child, Child, Child
You are the one selling
You are the one who is paying
Why can’t you see you are more valuable than this?
How with just a touch of effort
You could reap the unbelievable at harvesting?

Oh Child, Child, Child
What is it you are doing?
Why are you selling yourself so cheap?
Like your heart and your soul
They aren’t who you are in the mirror
Or the clothes you wear or your followers you’re tweeting?

Oh Child, Child, Child
Since the day you were born
We’ve been telling you your beauty
Is even greater on the inside than out.
To try your best at every task and
To embrace all God has set for you knowing.

Oh Child, Child, Child
What is it you are doing?
Why sell yourself so cheap?
Like your fine mind and tender heart
Aren’t more valuable than this?
Oh Child, wake up to this knowing.
               d.f.a.v.  11/18/14
—Donna